We are Wrong, Not She
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Look at the person who stands before you.
Tell me,
What do you see?
You see the person’s eyes, gleaming from the light.
You see the person’s smile, stretching across her face.
She is as normal as you are, living her life as you live.
But there is something about her,
She is different.
She is heavier than the others
She is quieter than the others
She
Remains by herself
Stays away from you
From us
You question why
But do you care?
No.
She is heavy, look at the rolls on her body
She is weird, look at her sit by herself
Look at her.
You belittle her with mockery of her actions
With gestures that portray her weight
You make your friends laugh as you laugh
She sees you,
And you see her.
Her eyes lock into yours
And yours lock into hers.
She looks away.
Now, your friends are gone.
Now, she is gone.
You feel her eyes on you, but she is not there.
But that’s alright.
Why do you care?
She died long ago.
Friend, can I ask you…
Or can I tell you…
That
You cry at the thought of children dying
You cry at the thought of your friends being hurt
You cry at the thought of others being ridiculed
Friend, can I tell you…
Or can I ask you…
Why is it that this girl is different?
She is heavy, yes
She is reclusive, yes
But is she different from those whom you pitied?
You,
My dear friend and comrade,
are shaped by a society that believes
wrong is right.
Friend, have you ever thought
inclusiveness is courage?
Only her thoughts speak to her
Only her consciousness destroys her
Or makes her
Only her thoughts protect her,
From us
From this treacherous innocuous world
Filled with us.
But can you see?
Even her thoughts betrayed her.
Friend,
Heaviness is human beauty all in itself
She is a human, not a figurine to be put on display
The curves of her body,
The plumpness of her face
They are all beautiful.
This body of hers,
That is filled with curves
And filled with scars,
Is the body of an angel.
And our bodies,
Our eyes, our whispers, our tears and our smiles,
They are all a devil’s toy
We, my friends and my comrades,
Are devils
Who destroy the beauty in this world.
As devils,
We do not have the credibility to do what we do unto those like her
Who tolerate and survive despite our bullets of fire
We, friends, are worthy of death,
While she
This magnificent angel,
Is worthy of life.