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The Human Kingdom Is the Cruel One
<p>I’m really worried…no, not scared, just real.</p><p>‘Cause I keep thinking, how do the animals deal?</p><p>Do cows get body-shamed for being too round?</p><p>Do elephants get mocked for how heavy they sound?</p><p><br/></p><p>Does a rhino ever cry for being too wide?</p><p>Do hippos hide their stomachs and swallow their pride?</p><p>Do rats and mice skip meals at night,</p><p>counting crumbs, trying to look just right?</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe the baobab tree gets called overweight,</p><p>while lemongrass gets teased for being too straight.</p><p>Maybe the forest holds its own cruel show,</p><p>where vines whisper gossip about who should grow.</p><p><br/></p><p>But here in the human kingdom,</p><p>your body’s the first thing they judge.</p><p>They don’t see the heart or soul </p><p>just the bones they can nudge.</p><p><br/></p><p>How do I tell you I was born like a cow </p><p>big on day one, still big right now?</p><p>Never “slim-fit,” never petite,</p><p>my body’s been labeled before I could speak.</p><p><br/></p><p>How do I say I’m an elephant, proud and grand,</p><p>but you compare me to a mouse I’ll never withstand?</p><p>Except I go through surgery, cut down my frame,</p><p>then suddenly I’m beautiful, worthy of fame.</p><p><br/></p><p>But isn’t that the same thing</p><p>you blame others for?</p><p>When they change their bodies,</p><p>you call it a war.</p><p><br/></p><p>You say, “They’re confused, they lost their way.”</p><p>But if I go smaller, it’s “You look amazing today!”</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell me, why is it brave to become less?</p><p>Why’s my size your source of stress?</p><p>Why do you cheer when I disappear,</p><p>then call it confidence when I’m gone from here?</p><p><br/></p><p>Make it make sense, humans, please.</p><p>Why do you worship disease?</p><p>Why do you praise pain wrapped up as health,</p><p>and call starvation a form of wealth?</p><p><br/></p><p>I was born heavy, born whole,</p><p>not broken, not in need of control.</p><p>My flesh is not a flaw to erase,</p><p>my body’s not begging for your grace.</p><p><br/></p><p>If cows and elephants live unashamed,</p><p>why can’t I exist the same?</p><p>Why can’t I roar, take space, stand tall,</p><p>without feeling guilty at all?</p><p><br/></p><p>I’m not a mouse …No I’m meant to be seen.</p><p>My stretch marks shimmer, my thighs gleam.</p><p>This is not “too much,” this is me.</p><p>Built to exist. Built to be free.</p><p><br/></p><p>So stop pretending it’s about my health,</p><p>when it’s really about your fragile self.</p><p>You want me smaller so you feel grand </p><p>but baby, I’m the earth, you’re just the sand.</p><p><br/></p><p>Make it make sense, humans.</p><p>Before you judge what you see,</p><p>ask yourself ,</p><p>what’s so wrong with being me?</p>
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