Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Dear Chunky Girl,

I took pride in knowing you
Who you are, and what you do
But I can not be a slave
Refuse oppression, take the grave
Now your actions make you stranger
All your words, filled with anger
Is it my fault I'm not you?
My fault I don't live on cue?
Distance is a dance for two
Where you lose me and I lose you
I feel I was but a flower
Gardened till the day I soured
Yet I can't and won't regret
No limitations you may set
I am me, and you can't take it
I am me, and you won't break it

With love,
Chunky Boy

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