nevergirl
i smooth my hair
once, twice,
i give up on the third time
and wrap it up in a claw,
looking like a broom;
hair sticking out like a straw.
far from the tumblr messy bun,
not as effortless as this other one,
another cubao expo femme
i'll always aspire to be
but never become.
i buy dresses too
and fit it on.
take photos,
pose for how long.
but then i see it on another girl
and it's thrice as better
than whatever
i've put over my limbs-
round swollen hunched curves:
not easy for the eyes,
not one to catch guys.
not one to turn heads
whenever i pass by.
once in a while i try.
i really do try.
nitpick my face,
put on some powder,
try out lipstick
and check the mirror,
only to find the same textured face
staring back at me;
my biggest enemy...
it's all i ever see.
i look away
and save the products
for another day.
i see my flaws in every other petite
who can dress up cool
and swing their hips.
small shoulder bags,
maxi skirts,
combat boots,
with a talent to flirt;
and see how it pales
in comparison to mine:
pastel blouses,
sparkly dresses,
all straight cut boring lines.
my smile is
just as worse,
neither seductive
nor beautiful.
neither dazzling
nor attractive.
instead it's just fine.
instead i'll stay cute -
the word used for babies
and children who never grow up.
the one you say to someone nice
and to one you'll never love.
no matter the bleeds from trying
i will never be pretty enough.
i will never make the cut.
i will never
make
the
cut.
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Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
