fat chicks don't know how to screw
by Ava Blu
you thought i was bloody brilliant when we were fucking.
you thought my pussy gold,
my arms silk.
you thought everything dangling from my lips was magical
and you found peace between my breasts.
you kept on fucking me
in the basement of your parents' house and i thought
you were fucking to me
but you had a map of her inside your coat pocket
and you stayed up late memorizing her latitude and longitude.
i never slept. i heard you typing. i heard you breathing heavy and
watching the whale dance.
i'm insulted you chose fat chicks. i'm insulted you chose women i find ugly.
insideinside they are all ugly, too.
you can call me cocky. i do love the way that word sounds.
label me as vain.
take away my hair, take away my body and i'm still prettier
you kept fucking me like i was a map of the world
and i kept insisting on being on my back to force you to see me.
we kept fucking to keep from fighting
and i think we both need to admit it.
don't take it personally, ladies;
one woman's fat is another man's treasure
Posted on 02/08/2011
Copyright © 2016 Ava Blu
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/08/11 at 05:42 PM|
Don't have to worry about me(taking it personal)...This is a very heavy heavy heavy heavingly deep subject that only your unique poetics seems to express so vividly well in a tastefully "R" rated sort of way...one of the few poems of this category I actually like(still, it made me blush) :)
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/08/11 at 06:01 PM|
I'd be kicked off, but you can get away with it, and thank god. Nice honesty here. :)
|Posted by Anne Boulender on 02/08/11 at 08:25 PM|
different people wear fat differently I suppose. I think the point is, is if you are going to bear an uncanny likeness to Roseanne Barr or a more puffed out version of Dora the Explorer, then you should at least be funny instead of not really funny at all and sociopathic. An eating disorder is an eating disorder, is a symptom something else is wrong. Sometimes that thing is coping with a past trauma, but other times its because some people are overly indulgent, unable to control their impulses, and totally lacking in self control and boundaries. You can pretty much tell the difference I think. At any rate I like how this is written.
|Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 02/08/11 at 10:44 PM|
First day back here in a long time, and this was the first poem I read. I have to say... Ballsy. I love it.
|Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/09/11 at 12:29 PM|
Amazing! That title roped me in, especially since I'm a bigger girl. Brilliantly done. But trust me, I'm no whale. ;) I love the places you are unafraid to go.
|Posted by Steve Michaels on 02/10/11 at 06:12 PM|
These lines say it all: "we kept $#%@ing to keep from fighting
and i think we both need to admit it." YOu could replace "fat girls" with "skinny girls" "nerdy girls" "Male Girls" etc for same effect. I get it. I love it!
|Posted by Sarah Wolf on 02/17/11 at 09:09 AM|
Personally I never could decide what was worse... being cheated on by someone prettier than you.. or someone ugly... they both have their costs, lol...
|Posted by Tom Goss on 02/18/11 at 01:31 PM|
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/24/11 at 11:37 AM|
|Posted by Anita Mac on 02/26/11 at 08:48 PM|
You're brilliant. Sometimes I picture you tearing some poor man or woman apart with truth... in an admirable sort of way, you know. ;o)
|Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/08/11 at 07:07 PM|
The title had me thinking this was going to be about something completely different than what it turned out to be. I knew a guy that dated very heavy women. To call them fat would be an understatement. He was a tall skinny guy, and it made me wonder why he only dated overly obease women. Then one day, he says to me, I'm dating a ballet dancer. I laughed and said, how on Earth can a woman be a ballet dancer and be attractive to you? I also had a vision in my mind of a whale in a tutu. I was serious, but as it turned out, she was thinner than he was. He told me he was in love with her. He said he could never fall in love with the women he had been with over the years, it was a sexual turn on, love had nothing to do with it. After reading your poem, I am picturing this guy getting out of bed with you and going to his computer to find a fat woman who would give him whatever would satisfy the thing inside that had nothing to do with love. Maybe I'm all wrong here, it's just how I read it. Some people use sex as a weapon but here you use it as a means of keeping peace, or at least a truce keeper. I also make the assumption that this is about a guy, but I could be wrong about that too. JJ
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/13/11 at 11:44 AM|
You really know how to put the mickey in the juice, the truth in the consequence. Also, that play-on-words with cocky is superb. my dear!
|Posted by Meghan Helmich on 12/02/11 at 03:23 PM|
Something inside me wants to hate this, but it's just absolutely impossible. I feel so conflicted about this poem. That's probably because I consider myself a fat chick. And I'm very insecure. But *I* don't matter when it comes to this - it's the poem that matters, and it is remarkable.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/22/12 at 06:52 PM|
Excellent! A truly courageous piece of tail, and I say that with the deepest respect. One of my previous lovers was a 'big' woman, but 10 times more sensual than others I've known. I am much richer for it. Thanks for the reminder, but equally sorry for your own experience. You got a great poem out of it though.
|Posted by Jolie Jordan on 06/28/12 at 02:08 PM|
This is bloody brilliant lady, well done. The best part is the ending. Probably because I can relate.
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 06/28/12 at 02:58 PM|
Language! [sarcasm] This poem reminds me of all the reasons why I used to love coming to this website. Though, I do think you're the first poet to get on the top 10 using words that might offend some people, you know, like the name Charles $#%@ens. All the more power to you. This is an awesome write and an enjoyable read.