Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second before Awakening ~ Salvador Dali
the years pass and i get older and stuff but i still listen to mark kozelek to alleviate my pains
Dan Gluibizzi, Ancient Night
I am not here to make you comfortable,
I am not here to please you, to ease you
no, not even to tease you.
I am here to conquer,
to break down walls
I am here to make you cry.
Just as art is meant to comfort the disturbed
and disturb the comfortable,
So Am I,
I am not packaged for your pleasure,
not manufactured for you to consume,
to throw money at and get a desired result.
I am here to write,
to read, to learn, to sing,
I am here to wear tight pants and velvet dresses
and to blush when you look me up and down.
I am not here to eat flowers and grass
to drink sparkling water and smile with bruised lips
and chipping teeth, hidden.
I am here to drink gallons of whiskey,
to tear into whole chickens with my strong, sharpened teeth
to tear into you, in fact, with those same carnivorous teeth.
Remember, I am a fat girl,
and you are just another piece of meat.
Remember that I came through you,
not from you, and I have no problem kicking you in the stomach
if your wind deserves to be knocked from you.
I weigh 324 pounds and I could crush you while you sleep
My legs are long and lean and tough and strong and they can kick your goddamn teeth in
I can sharpen my fingernails and dig them deep into your skin
But I can still sing softly, sweetly, to him
or brush my hand lightly over her shoulder as she weeps into her pillow
I can stand up, blocking his view of three other people, and tell him to leave
and he will listen because he does not see me as a sex object
because I am too fat
Good, he should be scared
I am a mama bear
and I will crush anyone that even looks at my cubs the wrong way
I was not sent here for your consumption,
for your enjoyment, or to make you happy
I am here for myself,
I am here for my baby bears
I am here for my beautiful sunshine mother
and I will never be there for you ever again
Will never try and please you,
I spit in your general direction,
I hope the wind catches it and sends it back down your own throat
I hope you choke on my fat.
this poem is amazing and i rlly identify with it…
im a fat chick too, 220 pounds, and thats a scary weight (OR WHATEVER)
ive always been too ashamed to tell anyone about that shitty fucking number, and still am
but in this tiny white space beneath this beautiful mighty poem, i dont feel afraid, and beneath the surface, i know there’s nothing wrong with me
but the “surface” is millimeters of skin…