Being Phat in Amerika
Copyright by Dan Windisch 5/15/00 firstname.lastname@example.org
Ph is a measure of corrosiveness ...
of extremes ... alkalininty or acid.
The more extreme the Ph, the more corrosive the material.
Phat, is THE corrosive permitted hatred of Amerika.
The corrosive venom of our society is aimed acceptably, openly, at Phat people.
In a politically correct society
you dont make phun, p-h-u-n, of people of color, ethnic origin, or sexual preference.
Yet we laugh at phat people.
Make fun of phat people.
Slur the will-power of phat people.
Look at me,
look at my stat,
51, 510 hovering gently a round 300 pounds.
HUGE gut before me, large rounded phace, huge arms,
yet ... padded warm hands, nice legs muscled from cherished walks, small butt.
I look down,
steaming, warm, happy,
after a hot shower,
and cant see my penis.
Like my mother prophesied,
to that skinny little boy,
who ate those watermelon seeds,
I am huge.
Is that a watermelon in my tummy?
I think not,
You see You judge. Phat -- No will power, out of control, Un-sexy, addicted to food,
weak... but phunny,
lonely, unattractive, somewhat disgusting,
DEFINITELY not as strong, or in control as You, You the skinny.
Yet am I who you see? That phat phifty-one year old?
Or am I that skinny little boy in the picture,
with that phar away look,
lost in books of dreams,
the little boy who who gave up lunch money, went hungry,
to buy adventure books
at the Scholastic School book Sale?
Am I that skinny teen-ager on the phront porch in his rented prom tux?
Am I that picture of a young, slightly overweight, naval officer with the warm eyes,
who every morning at 5AM in Officer Candidate School had to Run with the other phat boys?
Yew trees heal. I wish you would be yew.
Which one is I? Which one do you judge? You judge the one you see...
Ill let yew in on a secret thats just a small part of me.
And Ill let yew in on another secret too.
Phat people I know, those not destroyed by the venom of society,
love more deeply, cherish more phully,
are more sensual,
and cherish more deeply,
than their skinny, smug, antagonizers whose superiority is their main cherished reality.
Ive been skinny and phat, I know.
It is who I am, and what I make of who I am, that matters.
I am more beautiful now than ever before in my life! I know that.
Does yewr soul eyes see my beauty?
or do they see only the phat man in front of you?