why is my worth
tied to my body?
why is my worth
tied to who i am?
do i deserve less
when i wear a dress?
do i deserve less
when i look like a mess?
because i'll never be seen
on the cover of a magazine,
is that why you see me
like you can judge me so freely?
i'll never be perfect
so you get to pick out my flaws?
i know the effect
so is this the cause?
you don't like what you see
so you tear it apart,
but i'm underneath
and you're leaving scars.
why are your standards
the ones that should matter?
you'll never be me
who cares what you're after?
i know who i am
what i am, what i'm worth
you are not better
just because of your birth.
you'll get more than me
probably more than i ever will
but inside you're hollow
you're empty, a shell.
i'm full of life
full of love, full of light
i'm stronger because
i know you'll never be right.
how i look on the outside
who i am deep within,
neither concern you
i won't let you win.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)