By Rebecca Lemke (Rated G)
My dearest Ana,
You lied to and enslaved me
For which I bear animosity
Because of your “generosity”
My body has become an atrocity
“This weight is not where I belong”
Even long after you are gone
This is my waking thought at dawn
But you see, I am not your pawn
Your pretty lies and whispers sweet
Wished to stop my heartbeat
Too bad for you, because I see
The trap that you had laid for me
All my friends and family
Worried sick of who I’d be
If your reins kept hold on me
My story has a happy ending
It is time to quit pretending
Because I have a different view
One that doesn’t include you
In Him who makes all things new
I was freed from my devil: You
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