You feed me lies of sudden death

Or make me cry with hateful myths

The drag of lines across the way

Make me sad with such discrace

Your judgement moves with judging sound

But not all judgement can make me frown

I hear roar the glistful beat

A sound that makes my feet go weak

The rise of terror the sound of glee

I don't understand why your mad at me

Have a little faith that I have weight

Obese is not the word and fat is not my name

Ive been bullyed and taunted by kids

But now im above it all to every extint

You can call me names from every book

But ive got the power just go ahead and look

I am still standing tall and hot

Beautiful is my essence

Stupid is what im not

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