I am more shapely than you
That's what my sis-star said
But what does that even mean?
And why does her truth have me feeling messed up in my head?
Unsure but certain that something was wrong with me
I decided to do a little digging to see what I could see
This root of self-criticism was planted deep inside of me
Voices of my past that still taunted me
"Bag of bones"
"Tiny winey, wine your bum bum"
"Skin and bones"
"Put some meat on your skin and bones"
Little do they know that I ate a lot
But the weight never stayed at home
It cheated on me with all the other black girls I've known
Leaving me flat chested with no assets
But lots of emotions
A well proportioned