Skin and Bones: A Poem by Tyler Shreve-Smith

We're all the same underneath.

We share pain, sorrow, shame and grief.

Thick or thin

We are bones and skin.

If you cut us and dissect us

Throw our bones in a bin

Would you know who was tall,

Who was thick,

Who was thin?

If I hid behind a phone and had the voice of an angel

Would you know I shaped like a square or triangle?

If we spoke and spoke for years on end

Without seeing my face could you call me your girlfriend?

If I told you that I loved you and you loved me too

Would you walk away if my skin turned blue?

If you strip away the outside or cover up your eyes

We are all skin and bones;

All love no diguise.

Don't tell me that you love me but then walk away

When prettier skin and bones try to lead you astray.

We are all skin and bones

and that is a fact.

Darling, don't starve yourself to lose that fat.

We all have some, stop trying to look flat.

I love the way you are

With the curve of your hips

And the beat of your heart.

We are all skin and bones

Can't you see?

You don't need to lose weight to be perfect to me.

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