Light as a feather.
Light as a feather.
Stiff as a board.
Stiff as a board.
Light as a board.
Stiff as a feather.
I want to levitate.
I want to levitate.
Must limit my caloric intake.
Must limit my caloric intake.
I want to limit my caloric intake.
Must levitate!
I need to weigh less.
I need to weigh less.
Then, I will be beautiful.
Then, I will be beautiful.
I need to be less.
I will then weigh beautiful.
As a stiff board,
I must weigh less—
limit my caloric intake.
Then, light as a feather,
I need to levitate.
I want to be beautiful.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
A woman who writes to deal with hurt, mistakes--mine and others, and messy emotions. Telling my truth, from the heart, with no sugarcoating.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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