get on the scale
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth
I saw her walk behind me and step onto
she shifted her weight then
looked at me through the mirror
now you go, she says
i spit into the sink
i want to see if you weight more than me now
i want to see if i’m better than you
i want to see if i can validate my existence through this bullshit
and so i did, and i did, i weighed more.
so? i said
and now she is bones, she is thin
she is more like the girls on the magazines
my friends tell me she is pretty
but i see a shrunken soul
i see someone who bought into a lie
with her cruel comparing
you won, sister, you won
are you happy with your bones?
are you happy with who you have become?
you keep on telling yourself you’re the best
you keep lying to yourself
we are all one, and you divide yourself
you are scared to accept
that we are ugly, this world is dark and ugly
we are the roly polies under the log
we are the stains on the bed sheets
we are the dirt that collects in the basement
we are worm shit.
get on the scale.