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I look in the mirror
Reflecting back
I don't like what I see
Group of girls besides me
Looking pretty
Why can't that be me?
They try to reassure me
I see the lies through their teeth
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Good.
I just need to say thank you
Impossibly high social standards,
Cookie cutter people
Who try to force me
Into a cookie cutter shape -
A simple square,
My hair is long, which is nice, but I have too many split ends,
My natural hair is wavy, not straight like theirs in my defense,
I’m short, I could never be a model, I don’t have the body for that,
This place is too good
The honors too great.
The Best of the Best
The Best and the Brightest.
That’s what they said.
A single note
Shatters the room
Piercing, reverberating
Through the soul
Within a single heartbeat
Hundreds of voices join in sync
We look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws
We tears ourselves apart because society defines the laws
Bags under our eyes and a nose too large or too small
We are completely appalled
"You want to fit in
But you don't know how
Do you want to be thin
And make your ribs stand out?
Today's standards are
It's okay to cry
And bleed until you die
Make dure you have skinny thighs
beautiful people
beautiful smiles
beautiful broken stares glossy eyes painted faces sculpted brows bony chests hungry hearts daydreaming minds
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly
Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me.
The bad things -
Apparently, the only socially acceptable answer to the question "are you okay?", nowadays, is: "I'm fine". Even if you're not fine at all.
Every second of every day
The world is telling women how to behave
Wear your hair like this, your makeup on point
And if you're over 110 pounds
Get your ass to the gym
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
The building blocks you put down stack so high that they touch the sky
The skyscrapers you make are so tall they remind me that I'm so small
And I admire your optimism
We feel the need to change ourselves.
Rearrange ourselves.
Our features and faces, we wax and we tweeze
Applying the colorful goos and powders as we please.
And why? In the name of those around us.
Slap me with your words and crawl into my mind
where you'll find me or what's left of me.
Grab me with your hands, handle me like you had handled me.
Gently,
When it comes to my size, people assume things
"I don't exercise, I eat too much, I eat poorly, I don't care what people think"
Well that is damn wrong.
All that matters Is a pretty face
A plastic society’s vulgar taste
Starve yourself till you are thin
Repeat this process over again
If I could change anything,
What would it be?
It's the way my generation has turned out
In this crazy, twisted society.
I look around the classroom
feeling so disgusted.
Wishing I could move away...
You know what's crazy?
Slavery.
It's not okay that freedom
is only for those born free,
those born rich,
those born with a silver spoon
between their blood-red lips,
What would most people change if they could?
Their appearance.
No one ever fits the standards.
She's never pretty enough.
He's never masculine enough.
He isn't a good enough athlete.
Curiosity becomes a whisper
and questions remain unanswered
WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
What Is this thing we call love?
I don’t seem to understand
Is love hurting the one person in your life who did everything for you?
Or is love getting a girl pregnant & leaving her?
