Thick: A Tragic Song

She was pretty
She was curvaceous
She still thought her body was shapeless
Yet she thought there was something missing
She had a hell of a life worth living
A soap opera called high school
She wanted to make the boys drool
One thing she was wishing
The boys were looking at the thing she had missing
“I wanna be thick”
She said, with sass
She knew they were looking at girls with the ass
Little did she know she had plenty to offer
That is, of course, to the monster...


She had biology class with me
Sat in the back
Talkative
Got my curiosity
Why?
In all honesty,
Her ample cleavage got me
Her lips and caramel skin
Got me too, can't you see?
She had a tight body
She might have caught me looking
It’s ok
No 25 to life
Only did it once
Maybe twice


She said
“I want my booty to be bigger”
From observation
She worked with what God gave her
She had communications class
Sat on the left
Real talkative
After all, really, everybody was
Even me
I think it was even in the syllabus
Speaking of it
We had a How-To project
Hers was how to do the
“Pop, Lock, and Drop It”

Football players had their eyes on her
Other boys did too
As she did the dance
And they liked the view
She liked the idea of being pursued
She knew she was cute
Her panties were Lace
Showing her slim waist
She kind of smirked
She liked it
She admitted the shit
I tilted my head
As she smiled
In my mind, I was wondering
Was this all worthwhile?
I was curious
What’s going on behind that smile?



The monster came later
In the form of a schoolteacher
Everything was cool at first
Then something told her he was a creature
He touched her with a look
A gaze
She shook it off
But she's seen that before on boys for days
He touched her on the leg
She cursed audibly
The monster looked at her lustily
All of a sudden, she had a dilemma
The monster forced her to have dementia
The monster creeped his hand up her thigh
He had that look in his eyes
She looked in them
And she was shook
She felt every male look
All over again...
All over again...