if i starve you starve too

like my mothers I pray
for the gnawing in my stomach
to distract me from 
my hunger to be alive.
for the high of having
lemon water for breakfast
to allow me to
accept my servitude to
the other half of
my own kind. 

for if I eat what will I feel?
my Body? The only thing that
mother gave me but that her
husband and his sons ensure
will never be mine.
will I feel Passion?
that is then subdued
when I enter every room
as It’s simultaneously slandered
and sexualized.

they say the hunger
in my stomach
is much too strong
for a girl and if believed
every morsel will
cling to my thighs.
how dare they fool us
to betray our own flesh
as a single pound of my fat
has allowed Civilizations 
to survive.