Paperweight Poetry

I want you to write a song to your hips And then shake those thick wide babies to the chorus  I want you to write poetry to your stomach  Tell that extra layer how much you adore it, how you would cross oceans for this type of love I want you to kiss those tree trunk thighs And tell it trees are meant to hold up the sweetest fruit I want you to squeeze your big butt  Let it know that it can stick out and not fit in as many chairs as it likes I want you to wrap your arms around yourself and hold on tight And know this: That voluminous, curvy, thick, big-boned, and voluptuous aren't flaws  For big is beautiful too.  -anna sluder

All of these people just want to be Beautiful and thin  All of these humans are drunk on  Fame. drunk on money All of these beings would do anything  to not be forgotten  All of these creatures have made love to the idea  That anything to keep that high is worth it And I am here tapping the surface of a mirror Trying to understand how people care so much about a slate of glass  And I am here tearing bills between my fingers Wondering why the world has an affinity for green paper And I am here standing on the parameters of the world Incapable of understanding how anyone could want to be Or have anything other than what they are Because I am here And they want to be this and that And all I want to be is love.  -anna sluder