A Valentine Poem for my FAT Sisters

Hello my loves, my FAT sisters:

It is for you that I toil.
No less. I am a silent sufferer
With too much of a buffer
of too little time, and not enough dime
To do ALL that I HAVE to.
Be it duty or obligation
I find it a great sensation
to tell a story, of you in all your fat glory
to a nation who defiles us,
with admirers that beguile us (and often don't tell the truth.)
Ah, yes, save the youth.
Practice what you must, and preach if you have to.
Do what you can with what you have.
Make sure to treat yourself right all the while.
Know the strongest of light comes from within,
and united light makes a gleaming glare at inquisitors
to attempt to blind us.
An eye for an eye, makes us blind….
And if we are blind, can we truly not see?
Look with your heart, it’s all there.
Never despair.
Rise up, if you can, and shake that fist.
Do not be mean in your quest for change-
Recall how to walk tall with nonviolent benevolence.
Forgive and remember.

And in the meantime…….
Delight in your delicious diva-hood
Do it right--and be kind to yourself.
May you remember those who walked a similar path
With less light from above or within
Nod your head at their tribute, and let them rest—but never forget.
But hear my words and know my heart
As I reveal it all in small doses
I long for your poses of smiles
Happy within
Able to grow-
to pass on what you know.
To show others we have been here the whole time.
Share, even when you don't want to,
Someone, yes, someone needs your help.
Treat each other right,
For that’s the real delight, finding a friend.
And sometimes that might even be yourself.
But, don’t worry.
And I am right here with you.

Love yourself.
Love your body.
Love your neighbor.

With love to you and yours on this Valentine eve 2011 from New York City,

KIRA NERUSSKAYA

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA
Love Conquers All