Big Girl

Tiny girl born

into a world where
smiling faces, words of
appreciation came by the
dozen, from the ones
closest. Forced to
suffer through the
disgusting chants of filthy
children who perceived her to be
flawed entirely. Sweet lines from
loved ones like music to her little
ears but only until the second she
stepped out her front door.
More remarks being spat from the
gut, her plump cheeks now being
smacked by tears, repeatedly.
Hunger on hold, she
never slid into her clothes
so easily.
One day the black phone cord
doubled, tripled, stretched
tight around her neck, hysterical
cries. Random coins picked
from the rug, tossed into the
little blue night light, turned on.
Life equaled suicide mission.
Happy one moment,
but breaking the next, and the
next, the next.

Still alive on this day.