Some girls walk into a room and ooze perfection.
As if flowers might spring up from the steps that they take
The smile they flash like a gift to the unworthy
Their voices a song for those lucky enough to hear its melody
I'm not that kind of girl.
Some girls are confident in the way that they look
They know they appear as the main character from a book
They create the plotline as they go
And still somehow manage to put on such a captivating show
I'm not that kind of girl.
The gods and goddesses spared no mercy
They laughed as they developed me
Smile as I stumble
Clap as I crumble
Cheer when
I don't get back up.
You see I'm the kind of girl who doesn't look like a girl.
Born in the wrong body,
screaming for release
for over 20 years
Fighting each and every day against the chains to which I've been born bound to
When I walk into a room others get quiet
When I speak, people chuckle
My smile is taken as a
threat to straight men
My existence itself is controversial
That's why I don't believe you when you call me pretty
I don't trust your intentions easily
I run from your commitment
Because if you truly can look past my exterior and fall for my soul,
learn to love the girl trapped inside a prison that may take years more to crumble
Then what have I been running from this entire time?
YOU ARE READING
Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
