I’m tired of giving standard answers
to impertinent questions
then watching their faces
as they struggle to hide how they’re assessing my worth
based on their one dimensional judgment
determining themselves to be better
…at whatever
the next time I’m asked
“how much do you weigh?”
I’m simply going to say…
I bear the weight of twenty thousand three hundred & 67 days
one thousand & one stupid queries
countless empty smiles
when eyes show a different story
I bear the burden of so many mistakes
…the sheer volume is hard to fathom
and the pressure of stresses
caused by judging me harshly
{not always externally}
I shudder under the bulk pinning me down
of a million cruel remarks
and abuses I’d rather you not try to imagine
it’s my load to carry
and I do
I’ll ask…if I need help…
…though probably not from you
never from someone who sets a bar so high
it’s humanly impossible
America said it perfectly in her Barbie monolog
there is no description for this
it just…is
mere pounds don’t amount to shit
so trust me…
that dial on the scale…
is nothing in comparison
Love this… well done!
Thank you ❤️
Say it, girl!
You rock.
I think my filter is incinerated & I’m fed the fuck up. Thank you, girl ❤️
Yes!!!!
The bluntness you planted here is refreshing and appreciable! People will judge us but that doesn’t mean we’ll abide it. Excellent and awesome write, Willow.
Their attitude is their problem. I’m no longer buying into it. Thank you ❤️
Bloody brilliant that’s all I have to say.💋
I’ll take that! Thank you! ❤️
Powerfully penned, Willow. Love the straight forward approach my friend. Love the package of the music as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
I hesitate to include my song versions. But I’d be very much surprised if people actually read the rhythm the way I do when writing it. Guess the music helps people hear it as I do. Thank you, my friend ❤️
The weight of everyday gets heavy. Wonderful ink, friend.
It does indeed. Thank you ❤️