girls. girls.

✗sacrifices✗

we are told to fold our
desires inside our lips;
the ink never touches
our fingertips.
the length of our skirts
are used to measure
our dignity and our
consents.

the society thinks of us
as nothing more than
a mess of bones and
torn flesh with
makeup slapped on
and shivering petals
in our hair.

we feel the pressure
to be "beautiful"
breaking our spines
with insecurity and
we know that we
will never satisfy
them all, no matter
what we make out
of ourselves.

but, that's alright,
we weren't born
to satisfy them.

with oceans foaming
inside our mouths;
we tame the waves
just to fill their weak
rivers of misery.
why do we do that?

with wildfires threaded
into our veins and the
burning sun in our eyes;
we put out the fire softly
to warm their homes
instead of letting it be up
in flames.
why do we do that?

does being female come
with a price tag of endless
sacrifices and getting
oppression and discrimination
in return?