She had all the curves
And the other girls would taunt them.
She knew boys loved her breasts
And so she learned to flaunt them.

Sex got her attention
Which she had always craved.
The girls called her a slut,
But she didn’t feel betrayed.

Coz she was fat

This fat girl had pride
And self-respect and dignity.
Boys liked her for her humour
Brains, wit, charm and honesty.

They talked to her and listened well,
For she had tales to tell –
Of how the girls at school
Had made her days a living hell.

Coz she was fat

She was beaten, pushed around
By skinny little things, who
For some reason, unknown to her,
Felt threatened by the ring
Of fat around her belly
And the flabby upper arms
And the wobbly thighs and double chin
That hid her inner charms.

Autobiographical?
Yes, this poem is that.
I don’t believe I should be punished
Just because I’m fat.

Friend?

Friendship is sometimes a stupid convention.
We associate with people who are nothing like us,
Think nothing like us,
Just because we call them "friends".
She told me tonight
That while everything's happy between me and
Him
that she'll be involved,
But not if we're having problems.
She set us up.
She was involved from the very beginning.
She won't be there at the bitter end.

The Letter

It's happening again.
He's playing with my mind.
By now you'd think I would have learned
to leave, put it behind.

But see, it's not that easy.
I've tried before, you know.
Stupid me just had to go
and let my feelings show.

He knows how much I want him.
(I don't think it's love just yet)
Told my friends I didn't need him.
My heart said, "wanna bet?"

The sex is great, the talk is good,
and it's only getting better.
He knows he's really getting to me;
That's why he wrote the letter.

He says he wants to have a break,
Be with his family (who love him)
I can't handle his games anymore,
so you know what I say?
Fuck him!

Lovers

It was hot, and they were soaked
The sweet sweat of anticipation
Nowhere to go
They drove to the river

Naked now, skin slippy
As their bodies slide against each other
Gutteral sounds of pure passion
Heads thrown back
Eyes closed

Then they swam
Swam in the river
Cleansing bodies and clearing heads

The boy hiding in the rushes
Ran to tell his mates
About the “lezzos”
The lovers slept

Loving Him

It’s hard, loving him.
I don’t want to let it get to me,
But it already has
If I’m thinking like this.

It’s hard, loving him.
He’s a selfish, inconsiderate man
Who cares not what happens to him.

It’s hard, loving him.
He’s bigger than me,
Two whales drowning in self-pity and sorrow.

It’s hard, loving him.
He’s a phenomenal lover,
I think the best I’ve had.
It’s not enough anymore.

It’s hard, loving him.
He never comes round anymore.
We just don’t seem to find the time.

It’s hard, loving him.
Our parents hate us and each other.
I was never accepted by his family,
As though I wasn’t good enough for him.

Maybe it’s too hard, loving him.

My New Puter

Ok, so it’s not REALLY new…
But it’s new to me and it’s
Bigger
Better
Faster
Brighter than the last one.

I don’t want games...
I just want to
Chat
Work
Learn
Surf
Discover the rest of the developed world.

My mum has a new puter too…
Hers IS new, and it’s
Bigger
Better
Faster
Brighter than mine.

I don’t mind,
I wouldn’t know what to do with all that power anyway.