As Girls Go
As Girls Go
Lashes curled painted black
stare into the mirror at what you lack,
maybe an inch or pefect hair
or skin that’s smooth, soft, pale and fair.
Skinny waist but curves around
try to be someone else
afraid you’ll be found.
Speak what they want
not what they think,
but when you tip toe on ice
its hard not to sink,
into the surface a place
only you go,
a dark scary place
only you know.
You don’t want to be pretty
just a face with nice looks,
you want to be more than someone
expected to cook.
You’re told you can do it,
ambition is key,
no one warned you a glass ceiling
would block what you see.
You’re more than a bra size,
a face, a good spouse;
you’re too smart to just sit home
and tend to a house.
Don’t be quiet don’t settle
for less than your goal.
If it’s not what you want
you’ll never be whole.
Yes you’ll be judged,
but you don’t have to care.
Don’t settle for pink
if blues more your flare.
Get dirty, play sports, get loud,
be brave.
Your heart is an ocean;
you choose to make waves.
Wear a bare face or the one
that you like.
Poke holes in beliefs
let your thoughts be the spike.
I’m a girl,
I wear make-up,
watch sports and I sew.
Gender tells little,
hides more than it shows.
But to me, I’m just me;
I’m not as girls go.