"Happy girls
are the prettiest girls,"
is the equivalent
of that random guy on the street
who passes and shouts,
"smile, sweetheart."
I'm sorry, stranger that my
countenance at this moment
doesn't suit you.
And I apologize for my
"white girl feminism"
(that's sarcasm,
fucker),
but I have to point out
we don't raise our boys to believe
they have to be happy
to be pretty.
We don't raise them to believe
they have to be pretty at all.
So I'm not sorry I don't agree
happiest girls are the prettiest.
unbeknownst to many,
we girls actually have
quite a wide reservoir of emotions,
all of which we look
pretty fucking beautiful whilst experiencing.
Not that we asked you.
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