it is two weeks after i have been graciously informed
that my cuban hips are too curved and that i should
be aware that fat is disgusting in this day and age,
that i should be careful and start watching my weight.
i am standing on the street because
there are four men waiting at the stoplight
with me and even though it’s raining
and my feet are soaking wet, i am clutching
my umbrella and staying off the sidewalk, i
am staring straight ahead while they talk about me
in the language of my father
one looks at me and turns to his friends and
says in spanish that bones are for dogs.
“woof, woof.” he holds up his hands
like little paws and cackles while he leers
at me. “woof woof.”
two things: 1. my thighs touch only at the very top
as if they are kissing. my hips are round but
the front of the bones peek out just a little so
you can catch a shadow of where they’d be
if i actually worked out. my ribs are broken in
many places and when i was born, they set
themselves too far apart so now no matter how
gentle the curve of my tummy, those sharp teeth
are always showing. i am not skinny, i am average.
2. i’d rather make friends with a dog
than men like this. how come so many people think
i give a fuck if they find me attractive? guess what,
buddy? you’re not the hottest cat on the block
and i’m not gonna be impressed by your dick.
believe it or not, women aren’t walking around
waiting for your approval. if i wanted to sleep with
someone, it wouldn’t be difficult. it’s cute y’all think
you’re the one in charge when you’re so thirsty
for a woman’s attention that your ego is hurt
when she doesn’t give it.
bones are for dogs and curves are disgusting. both
i have heard and both just amuse me. it’s cute that
you think i want to impress you. it’s cute that you think
there aren’t sixty others just like you, but better. it’s
cute you think you’re gonna determine what i look like.
honey bun, nobody’s swooning to be with you and
nobody gives a shit. i’m not gonna change to please
a stranger on the street. any change i do make
is as a reward to myself because i’m fucking awesome
and i care for my health.
“curves are disgusting” sounds more like maybe
i can hear your poor ego crying just because i chose
to take up more space, because i didn’t sit down and
agree to be less, to speak less, to say nothing, because
when you were a little boy some girl pushed you down
and you scraped your knee and now you’re scared
of big girls because you know we make you bleed and it sounds good to me if i’m too much woman for you to handle
so thank you kindly,
i am cake and grenades in equal measures and i’d rather
eat ice cream alone than listen to the kind of shit that drips from
your slimy lips
“bones are for dogs,” how about these bones were
made inside of a wolf so go ahead and call me a bitch
i’ll fucking wreck you, i’m alpha, i’m power, i’m
teeth, i’m gonna walk this city with my wet shoes and
messy hair and smeared lipstick and i will still look like
a conquering dragon, i will still turn heads, i will still be
proud and i will still feel excellent, i’m gonna eat
what i like and i’m gonna feel beautiful doing it, i’m
not even going to bother dressing up and i’ll
still get laid, i’m not gonna even remember you
at the end of the day, i’m gonna fuck other
guys while you cry wet sloppy tears before falling asleep
a wolf does not concern herself with the opinions
of sheep.
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