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10 Honest Thoughts on Being Loved by a Skinny Boy

One of my first honest to goodness first loves is poetry. Did you know that..? Probably not. A few years ago I would write and write until my hand hurt and then I would write some more! For my birthday my hubby took me to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, which is a place where you can go see artists perform live. We went on a Friday and it was poetry night and I was in heaven!!! There were SO many beautiful poems spoken that night, but the poem below was definitely my favorite!!

I didn't record the video below. I was lucky to find it on YouTube.
Note: STRONG language is used. 


Here are the words to the poem.

10 Honest Thoughts on Being Loved by a Skinny Boy
 By Rachel Wiley
 
1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

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Such a beautiful poem. 
Do you enjoy poetry?


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