Carrying the weight
Only the Savior could take.
Weight Made for Oxen to take.
You have it too.
That's why I married you.
You came to this Country,
To control that,
Because feelings matter to You
Like a Baptism
Of Heavy Breathing
We both came prepared
To make love with each-other
Each-other a Savior.
You almost forgot my Face
Or was that your Yoke?
"You have the Savior's Face."
Trail of desire,
Pulling us in,
Like a trail of Candy.
Now we're feeling lazy.
They've drugged us.
Thought it felt like Candy.
Now that I've found a better place,
Change my name,
Change my medicine.
Think We'll sit in the shade.
I'll talk about how much my "feelings weigh"
And things that have to do with the body,
And the luck we have with desire,
Hoping you're still my Savior
And how I only need this one plate.
Right now, I'm eating alone,
Terrified
Because this poem is great,
But I'm not extremely overweight.
Written by Shayla D. Smith
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