White Clover

I hope my mother remembers To think of me When she sees a girl Who wants to be free She’s so perfectly thin Smiling through the pain Of stretching her skin So the goes away hunger I hope my mother knows I did this too And she sees my hair That I would rather chew Than eat a crumb Of bread or sweets She might call me dumb So she won’t know I hope my mother remembers To think of me On the bathroom floor I hope she hears my plea My dying wish Wasn’t to be beautiful But was one last dish No more hunger