She stands at akimbo at the public square
unapologetic, unclothed n’ carefree.
Fat she may be but conceals not her bulk
beneath long clothes feeling it wimples n’ veils.
She’s tit-plump, her bump in the backyard
gorgeously round n’ contoured like a mountain.
The symmetry n’ thickness in her thighs
is marble-polished yet beautiful in its flaws.
She’s something you can’t help but stare at.
“Enjoy the view; I am large. I am beautiful!
I don’t want to be just another statue, another girl
but one your ocular parts never forget.”
You may think her a narcissist I’m sure,
but she knows better to expect kind words from men
“Gosh… some fat chick; she’s XXXL!” passersby hiss –
that’s a chubby girl’s lot.
“Heavy or light, thick or thin, saggy or busty, flat or booty
Happiness doesn’t come in size or shape.
Enjoy the view, be grateful with the physique you’ve got
I’m content with mine, are you with yours?”
© Ugo Nkwoala. 2019. All rights reserved.