tagNon-Erotic PoetryWeighty issues

Weighty issues

byDesejo©

I'm worried, she says
looking up at me as she fans the charcoal
under the blue enamel pot
we are making gunpowder tea
Mauritanian style
People keep telling me I'm fat
I have body image issues
I don't want to fall back into

I sigh.
Oh come on. Remember
here, it's a compliment
they mean you are beautiful
you haven't changed.
I would tell you
(of course I wouldn't, but that's not the point)

A month later she comes to visit
this time she peers at me from over a beer
So, the issue?
Your weight thing?

Oh, That's not a problem now.
I wake up in the morning
go to visit Mariama
and I say
ooooh I feel sick today
and she says
my God, it's true...you are so thin
you are all bones

and

The very next morning
I wake up
Go see Mariama
I stretch and flex my arms
walk with a swagger of the hips
Man, I feel strong today
and she says
My God, its true...you have a great fat ass
and you are beautiful

I can control what they say.

She smiles at me
Beautiful
and drinks down the beer

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