The Cry

What on earth made you think that it was just about a diet

When you saw the agony plastered on my face?

How could you be so dense to say that it was all about being thin

When you observed the brokenness displayed by my body?

How could you assume that I was just vain and selfish

When every atom of my being screamed self-hate?

You were blind to think that I was shallow

When out of the deepest depths of my being I was crying out.

You were deafened by your own biases,

And you missed the language of the abused.

You were looking to blame the victim,

So the killers got away.