Written by: Freddy Nyezi
I hate how my thighs argue in agreement.
I hate how they play,
Teasingly pinching at each other
With every stride.
I hate my stomach.
I hate how it sags and sighs,
Even on my happiest days.
I hate how it doesn't even bother
To fake muscularity.
It just hangs there.
Content.
Impious.
I hate how my crooked smile
Can't even steal hearts.
Even in it's cunning jaggedness,
It fools nobody.
It only gloats,
Laughing at my defeat.
I hate myself,
And how timid I get around
Crowds of 5.
I hate how I'm constantly worried
And how I'm prone to outbursts
Of rehearsed Euphoria.
"I'm fine, thanks. And you?"
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