Have fun, be like the rest.
Some kind of ball game,
Chasing, throwing, laughing.
But you don't play nice.
You snigger when I run
And call me names.
Pick me last out of the group
Even after the spotty kid with glasses,
Make me feel stupid. And alone.
So I'll go home instead,
Where I can't hear you play,
And I'll read a book
And eat biscuits
And die young
From a broken heart.
My job requires a lot of reading around science news and research developments. One of the stories I've read this week is about how the stigma of being fat and being constantly reminded (by colleagues, well-meaning friends, advertising, medics etc.) actually contributes to the person's poor health. The story is here if you want to read more. That's where this poem came from.
So lay off the fat kid - OK?
