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You mocked my weight.

So I went home and stuck my finger

Down my throat.

Bringjng bile and acid up

And flooding the toilet.

And I felt skinny

Weight was dripping off my body 

As often as tears did.

Did you know?

You mocked my clothing.

My family was broke.

Losing money by the second

I could barely afford lunch

But you wanted me in new clothes

So i would fit in.

I couldn't afford them

But you didn't know that.

Did you?

You mocked my smell.

I couldn't shower.

The heat and electricity were off

We had no lights

No tv.

I had to wash up secretly

With the water so cold

That they forgot to turn off

With soap we saved.

I brushed my teeth

With that bitter soap

In hopes you wouldn't mock me.

But you did.

Didn't you?

You mocked the fact I walked home.

I lost my home

Evicted.

Forced to live with my grandmother.

She slept on the couch anyway.

My father on the floor

My mother in the armchair.

My fat body laying

With my two growng brothers

But at least she had hot water.

Did you care?

You said that I should die.

But then I went home

Held a knife

To my wrist and thought.

Should I listen?

Answer your mocking

And give in?

No.

Fuck you Bitches.