Sally

By Chisomo Ponell Bangula

 

A photo of a black girl shedding golden tears
Photo by Lucxama Sylvain on Pexels

Sally is a typical black girl
Whose been sailing her whole life
Trying to refute the idea  
That her body is a ticking bomb
Brittle and drained to the bones
Trying to repaint that picture from her childhood
People constantly try to erase
How beautiful she believed she was
When she was blind to the voices of the vultures
 
Sally is now fifteen
And everything in her life
 Starts to change
When people’s words of hurt are constantly thrown at her
Handing sally a death sentence
Her beauty determined by her body weight
Those people have become seer’s
That claim they want to slender her
 
It becomes a matter of time  
When sally allows the voices around to define her
Sally suddenly starts over exercising
Limits her food intake as though she were poverty stricken
Avoids public eating to gain a life sentence
She becomes obsessed, neurotic and perfectionate  
To strive for impossible standards
They have drawn       
Even though sally works tirelessly
Like a cheetah hunting for prey
Her efforts go unnoticed
Because of the fat they claim still clings to her
These people only beam her failures and insecurities
She pushes it even harder
Only to become skeletal like the skeletons  
Haunting her in her closet
Sally starts getting stomach cramps
Gets dizzy all the time
Like it’s not enough Sally practices more
To sally they have become  
Simple sport games  
Yet hard to fight
Afraid of the fat that might come back to hug her tightly
So, sally starts to practice pica
As though it were basketball
Balling till her last drop
Sally has now completely left out the essentials
She feeds on soil and ice like an amphibian
Little does she know that her determination to prove them wrong
Has morphed to anorexia
Induced by the clouds people have formed in her head
 
To girls like sally
Who feel like broken mirrors
In a broken world Been sliced to nothing by people who’re also imperfect in some way I say stop punishing yourself Pondering for unreachable heights
They’ve have created
Your body type, skin tone, race
Doesn’t say anything about you
You’re beautiful!!
 

 

 
 
 
 
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