Women shouldn't have to.
But men do too.
Society holds it's grip on women.
Suffocating us everyday.
Fitting us into boxes each day.
Telling me what to wear,
How to do my hair.
Forcing paint upon my face to give
Me a face unrecognized.
Rewrite my name to something seductive,
Not the name given to me,
Hard to pronounce and
Not found on a gift shop key chain.
So I tell society to take their standards
And shove them
Because I will not be like the girl on the bus
With scars and cuts across her arm.
"Fat ass" carved into her porcelain skin.
I am me. I am not you.
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