I Wish I Was A Fat Lady Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

I wish I was a fat lady
was what I thought
When she sat down next to me
In a bus ride going to the city

I wish I was the fat lady
As her skin graze warmth on mine
As I sat on the window
While I'm cold inside
Both hands clutched in an attempt to warm the coldness within

I wish I was the fat lady
As I looked at her skin
Textured by the sunlight and age
She, nonetheless, looks graceful and happy

I wish I was the fat lady
Her huge figure
And curved smile
makes me so wanna be her
While radiating a comforting presence
Like a mother
And my left arm wants her hug of warmth
Both my body, skin, and soul crave
Oh, how I wonder how warm she is as a person
As I look outside the window, feeling cold still

I wish I was the fat lady
full of happiness and sunshine
as she occupies at her phone
and my hands are freezing
typing this poem

I wish I was the fat lady
Occupying space because she matters
Full of warmth
And probably, doesn't puke over toilet after a dinner
Doesn't give a care in the beauty standards
I was told over and over

And now she left,
instantly hoping for that warmth again
in the rainy season
of what could happen
and should've been