Vivacious Hips

I didn't choose to be vivacious I would take it back any day These hips I grew into were far more than my youth could chew I remember daddies eyes Before my hips put him In compromising positions They shined a glow A glow my mother will never know I would sit on his lap I was his favorite little girl Until my hips came Daddy used my hips To cum whenever he pleased I was suffocating While My mommy was surfing infomercials tryna figure out what diet pills would work on me Why couldn't I be small? Not because it's the stereotypical move But because these vivacious hips are imprisoning me he makes me hate my heritage