All hail the slender form of the skinny btich!
The meagre and petite entity that it is.
This is a call to arms for all who know its infinite glory.
This is the declaration of the skinny btich army...
So what if I weigh less than 100 pounds,
at least my arms and my thighs don't make funny sounds.
So what if my boobs are flat like board,
at least when I wear no bra, I cause no discord.
So what if my arms and wrists are the same size,
at least I can swing my arms freely and lengthen my stride.
I am a skinny btich!
And forever that I'll be.
I can eat what I like,
and not have to measure every bite.
So what if a strong wind can blow me away,
I'll let it take me, as this is the way I'll forever stay.
I don't starve, nor diet, it's natural you see.
I can't help it, nor do I want to, just let me be me.
So the next time you see me and say, "Damn, she's magga!"
I'll just smile and sway cuz I like my swagga.
Author notes
DISCLAIMER: This piece is not meant to be offensive and is in no way a critique of persons who may not conform to the personal characteristics herein stated. It is merely a representation of the author's personal experience.
Mis-spelled words were deliberate
