don't let yourself go, woman.

let me tell you something interesting.

the worst pang a woman can hear

is that she let herself go.

and it is all but true,

so I'm here to tell you,

that no matter what happens,

we mustn't let ourselves go.

that's weak and unnecessary, 

and we are intelligent and strong.

right?

yes.

let this poem be motivation for you

if you ever feel the need 

to do 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,

to refrain,

to take a deep breath in,

a single step back,

and rise above

so don't let yourself go,

to never have to hear the phrase you've really let yourself go,

because it's easy to let yourself go.

keep it together,

hold on for dear life,

tipping over, that would be bad.

like, really really bad.

let me get logical here for a second

so your half-assed pea-classed rotten brain can 

easily understand. 

"go" associations- succeed, thrive, 

prosper

prosper.

I have a proposal. 

remember the thin thread?

well, as you balance,

if you fall

the skin at your shoulder blades will tear apart,

there'll a huge rip but it'll sounded like a breath

they'll be gigantic,

pitch black or a reflecting white

both resplendent beauties in their own right

each feather will be speaking to you 

as if it has its own life

each one will ache in effervescent solitude,

telling you to depart

to depart

and tip, top, up you'll go

up and up and up

I'll tell the journalists,

your wingspan breadth i simply cannot recount

the magnitude crushed the people of New York

but only those on the uppermost floors

they were a brush to the street walkers,

especially those gathered by the a/c unit for warmth