My fat
my fat
is the first thing you see
believing somehow
My quality is less than acceptable
my fat
bombastically defies you
In ways that makes your skin crawl
And your dick hard simultaneously
my fat
is a fortified emotional defense
A barrier
Unforgivingly and In spite of
my fat
makes our skin crawl
Yours, mine
that lady standing on a chair in the mirror
my fat
indicates the kinda girl I am
Loose morals
With a lazy disposition
my fat
is complicated
my fat
leaves No justifiable reason
No excuse good enough to exist
my fat
wants
demands
With righteous indignation
my fat
Has tales to tell
Songs to sing
Like a bard in ancient times
Passing knowledge in cryptic secret languages
My fat
Is persnickety, finicky, fastidious
Carefully choosing terms
Weighing the consequences and repercussions
My fat
Has been cut open
Burned away
Smelling of newly fried corn-chips
My fat
remains unrepentant, uncompromising
My fat
Ain’t going anywhere