Poem #5

15 1 0
                                    

~FAT~

When I walked down the hallways,
The word pierces my heart.

They see me as a worthless,
than a piece of art.

Worst thing to be called than
skin colour, religion, race or class.

The word shatters my world
like fragile glass.

Cause society is an ugly beast.

When you don't look good
You belong in the least.

✌🏻AMAZING BOOK 2✌🏻Opowieści tętniące życiem. Odkryj je teraz