As the wind blows through the grassy fields
A helpless naive girl stands there
Her thoughts blowing, getting jumbled up
And she thinks
Over her weight
The girl already looks like a stick able to be blown away
She eats a grape
Will she get fat from one grape?
If she eats any less
Her vanity will cause her death
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.