Can I get a taste,
of the silky waist?
The gym is such a waste
Taught to loath
the frowning reflection
of my disproportionate figure
I tuck my stomach
for the smile to linger
I pat with a finger
the ripe blemishes of sugar
God, what did I do to yah?
My plump breasts already face the ground
My belly already bursts from my waistline
My bum already reported missing
Wait, is that my complexion getting darker?
To an innocent, this is called teasing…
To an offender, this is just depressing!
How can I dress this body worth a tease?
How much more can I take with ease?
Can I draw a contract
for a body to lease?
DNA what can I do for yah?
I have gone to the gym
regardless the progress is numb.
I drank water,
it’s not like I’m getting fitter.
I stood on the scale
a kilo is all it takes
to have my face
flowing like a lake.
How long do I have to fake?
The confidence
in dresses that hug my figure,
More like a tug at my figure
At least be slimmer
or rather have an hourglass figure
do not wear me
without an idea
of how to suck
the meats that linger,
of how to unveil
parts of skin
that sing of mischief.
DNA what have you done to me?
for I await the pending status of my application
for this silky waste,
while I hate on this chubby waist.