Be pretty for the boys.
Who are you to tell me what to look like?
Let the boys touch you.
Who are they to have claim over my
body?
Have a opinion.
Only to have it not matter?
Show some skin.
Why are you telling me what you wear?
Let yourself get pushed around.
Why would I not defend myself?
Your main goal is to get married.
What if there's nobody worth marrying?
You must be perfect.
I'll be perfect when you are.
YOU ARE READING
silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
