Everyone wants to be a pretty girl
Until they see what being one really means
You value me for something that is only seen
I’m perfect for you
I’m perfect for him
It’s easy to smile and let you talk
but you don’t really like ME do you?
You like the mask I wear that hides the girl I wish you could see
I have to be overly nice because I can not be pretty AND mean
No, that would be unfair to…
who?
You?
Her?
It’s not my fault I look this way,
but it is!
You say
you stare at my body like a starved man
Oh how I wish I ran and ran
it’s not
my fault
I have to apologize for the way I upset you
Did I upset you or did you do it yourself?
You can not control the way I look and neither can I
They forget that don’t they? It’s not my fault it’s not my fault it’s not my fault
I promise you I can go out without pigment covering my skin
without my stomach or shoulders showing
and still be given attention
Validation is all I can see
My looks are why you talk to me
But I want you to ask me about how I feel
The rest of it isn’t real
Being me is not as pretty as it seems.
Author's Note:
Poetry has always been a way that allows me to express my feelings. Girls so often feel used for a part of themselves that is superficial, whether it is for their body or their looks. Writing is a way that I can take power back for myself. I would prefer to stay anonymous because I have never publicly shared my poetry before. However, I also believe that the emotions I express in my poetry are not unique to me, and many people are able to relate to it.
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