Body Armor
The thin are vulnerable, they have no protection.
Every bump and scrape is felt to the core.
Bones are close to the surface, easily bruised.
Though they move lithely, they are easily smashed
down by the weight of the world. Yet, they are alive.
Now, consider the thick, with their layers of fat.
This fat is worn like armor, surrounding, enveloping,
protecting the core.
Each inch of sub-cutaneous kevlar furthers the distance
to the world, so no hurt can penetrate.
Finally, only the eyes are left in contact, while the rest
submerges, moves slower and more cumbersome,
until no feeling can enter or escape. Safe, behind the
body armor.
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