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Thin Waist

She felt horrible both inside and outside Her anger gathered with years of age Her loose belly, the epicenter of her appearance tried hard to hide from the mirrors Avoided hard the laughing ears But all in vain, for the whispering spears Stabbed her anywhere she appeared Maybe its the raveling inside that caused the most pain Her mind and her heart had lost the equilibrium Dull harmony and null happiness occupied the space Sour with each new dawn Suspended from the shameful branches of life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/26/2015 9:11:00 AM
Hi Njeri...your poem reminded me of a TV interview with a lady in her sixties, she said that when she was young she never had to make the first move in a romantic encounter because men found her physically attractive..but now that she is aged and losing her figure she has to chat them up, she said.. I thought this was sad and it made me angry that these men only looked at her body and not her as a person.
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Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 7/26/2015 9:19:00 AM
Now i get it:-) thank u Peter
Date: 7/26/2015 8:16:00 AM
Found it, expresses the pain and frustration inflicted by others. It doesn't matter what we look like character and humanity are everything. Personally I think big is beautiful and large is lovely, wouldn't have it any other way. Kind regards, Ian
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Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 7/26/2015 8:41:00 AM
Thanks Ian for reading mine thou i think your poem captures the whole body image issue and the societies we live in. Good day
Date: 7/25/2015 5:47:00 PM
When a woman ages she loses her power over men, they say...when your old and grey...let me know Njeri...nice write...Peter
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Njeri Hunjeri
Date: 7/26/2015 8:36:00 AM
I dont know what that saying means. Maybe u can explain it to me. I wrote this poem from a 3rd person point but am actually talking about myself. Thank u peter, i appreciate the visit

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