Hey little fat roll
the one that rides just below my waist
and just above my hips.
I’m always trying to make you disappear,
Like the magic trick at a kid’s party.
I have squished you, covered you, starved you
And yet no matter how the rest of me vanished
around you, there you have remained.
You have been a constant companion,
forever at my side – or more accurately,
around my middle.
You’ve been so useful too, so helpful.
I have stored my judgment in your soft skin.
Carried my self-loathing and shame
in the round firmness of you.
Made you the villain of all my major fantasies,
and you gladly filled the role so I could be
the tragically heroic maiden.
How does it feel to be the protruding border
between my current position and a state of
Your answer, when it comes, is shocking.
I didn’t know you could talk.
I mean, I’ve heard your rumbles, your gurgles,
your groans, your gestations,
but never a voice.
I have always been here for you, and so I always will.
This is the body that was shaped for you,
The full breasts and firm butt that earn you
praise, desire and pride are my sisters.
Where they go, I go.
I am the hill where the crops of you are tended.
When the time comes, I will be the house of your womb,
I will be the guardian of your most precious treasures.
Within me, I hold the cosmos of
your love, your fire, your passion.
I am the wellspring of your compassion,
The waters of your healing.
I worry when you are wanting and I hurt to feel your anxiety.
I am made to carry more than anger, fear, and hurt.
My purpose is love, my purpose is life, and in my center of you
There is joy.