Blown Away

As the wind blows through the grassy fields

A helpless naive girl stands there

Her thoughts blowing, getting jumbled up

And she thinks

And obsesses

Over her weight

The girl already looks like a stick able to be blown away

She eats a grape

And worries

Will she get fat from one grape?

If she eats any less

Her vanity will cause her death

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THIS POEM IS NOT WRITTEN ABOUT ANYONE IN PARTICULAR. I KNOW SOME VAIN PEOPLE AND PEOPLE I SUSPECT MAY BE ANOREXICS BUT THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT THEM OR ME.