Caged

Roll up! Roll up!
Come see the incredible!
The phenomenal!
The disgusting Fatorama!
For is that not what I am?



Just a spectacle.



Standing with eyes ever lowered,
the floor cannot show disgust,
nor can it reflect,
unlike every pair of eyes
that stares back, ridiculing.



Trust me, I am human.



Without a single thought of compassion,
I am the opportunity for each and everyone
to let loose all of their putrid hate
that you can no longer in today’s world
release on race, religion, sex, age.



I am your easy target.



‘Tough love’ they spit, as they smirk,
their righteous indignation and presumption
because we all know by now,
only the obese are imperfect and hateful
and subject to open season by all.



I cannot open this cage.



If only I could shed it all
for one single moment of feeling human,
to become one of them,
where I would go unnoticed,
but for the difference by which I would stand out,



I would treat everyone with dignity.