Postmodern Scooter

They watch, they see, not telling thee of their eyes everywhere In your house, your bed, following you anywhere on scooters woven in faux green, yelling tell you look large and seated, tracking you, looking for what you took RUN RUN, for they cannot, they paint themselves in dance wash away wash away Jiya and all, who hurt them every chance! Why do you tell me my stomach to swell For I dance far more well I am Whitney I can shine Till I meet with my cursed divine! Twirl, leap, shake, hop! Yet Jiya can hardly make a bop For I move mountains and rivers and seas While others move at her every step for she bears smaller than me Injustice! Terror! All and All! Taken in my name I have been committed injustices grave For I am Whitney, big, fat, fabulous and free! For all I am ,scooter to hat,you must accept me.