I want to feel beautiful.
Girls of today,
Are told in no uncertain terms,
That they are in fact,
The world's most majestic creature.
As long as they follow,
Some simple, unspoken rules.
They are told they are stunning,
If they look like those,
Perfectly printed pictures,
On magazines and billboards.
They are told that they are shinning,
Once they have skinny sleek bodies,
Thigh gaps,
And smooth, unattainable,
Flat stomachs.
I want to feel beautiful.
And we are told that we are,
All we need is a little makeup,
And god forbid we wear anything,
Unbranded and unapproved.
They told us that we are breath taking,
Just when we show some skin,
No matter that its winter,
And the bitter numbness,
Seeps in.
Yet, I want to feel beautiful,
to feel true worth.
To know what its like,
To be seen as more,
than just a piece of meat,
With pretty packaging.
Perhaps just one time, I could believe,
That when there is a whistle,
on a windy day,
It wasn't just for the girls skirt that flew,
Up a few feet away.
I wish that when society called me beautiful,
They'd mean my intellect,
I wish that when a man called me beautiful,
He'd mean my personality.
I'd hope when I am called beautiful,
It is because I wear my emotions,
On my sleeve.
Because I give out kindness,
Like butterscotch,
And because a minute,
Is all I take,
And and hour is what I give.
I strive to be beautiful,
In the way I act,
The way I talk,
And yes,
In the way I look.
Not for any man, woman,
or social calling.
But for me.
I am selfish,
I am vain,
And I am undeniably human.
Yet there is nothing, more beautiful,
To achieve,
Than that.
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Shadows
PuisiLife is constantly weighed down by its past. Every breath, every action, leaves an imprint of the world. The question is wether our memories will bring shadows upon our path, or will we ever simply stand in the sunlight?
