social norms
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I stand in front of the ivory-rimmed mirror
Wrapped in a towel, water dripping from my hair
I drop the towel and look at my skinny self
Not enough –
Not clear enough skin, not bright enough eyes
Happy Father’s Day to a father
Who was absent when I craved for him
Back then in my days
This relation was rather growling and grim
Broad stripes and bright stars
A country, supposedly ours,
America
Told to be different but never taught how
Told you only live once but to study now
Told there are social norms that I cannot disavow
Porcelain Doll hidden between
thorny leaves and puppet string
on forgotten dusty shelf
coerced beneath the
Looking Glass Self –
A torrent comprised
of inveigle words - acceptance.
Like a shadow in the sun,
I followed.
I conformed to what others told me I should be.
Following the social norm,
I was content with fitting in.
I could be easily swayed one way or the other;
I've been single for my entire lifeAt least as far as being official goesI've always been told I'll need a wifeOr a husband. But that, they didn't know-But why are we fed that this is required?
I'm in heels and a dress
I rather be in sweats
Reading a book on the train
or drinking a milkshake
yeah...
make that a large ass milkshake
chocolate with whipped creme
and extra fucking cherries
