I do not know you, sister.
You laugh at, not with.
Joke about those who struggle,
now imperfect in your eyes,
mirror who you once were.
You have become them.
The callous hoard of pranksters
who poke and prod the
plus-size people on Earth.
So taken with your new self,
you joined the other side.
You have forgotten the past
and how cruelty felt then.
Keep laughing with your
new sarcasm and hate.
Keep laughing it if makes
you feel triumphant. Go ahead.
Crush another’s heart.

–Victoria Emmons, 2017