*Authors Note*
This poem is written as a slam poem, best read out loud, try to find the rhythm aha
Body imageSpitting imageSome girls pay Too much to be prettyToo much for their age Too much to believe the idea that perfect is what they see on the cosmopolitan pageThe idea that your size is your defining aspectThe idea that men don't have to respectYour feelings as a personBecause before you are humanYou have to be GorgeousSkinny PrettyAnd girl if you love a girl you're subhumanOr if you're neither a girl or boyYou're not realYour feelings aren't validBut oh wellGreedy girl you better hide that faceThose tiny blemishesOnly when you're wanted are you beautifulNo thats not trueStick those gross baby hairs down with glueNo its not trueBreak free and just be youEmbrace those curvesEvery inch of your skinEvery scarred surfaceFeel the ripplesThe pock marksStretch marksScarsPerfectionEven if they don't think soJust say screw youI am me and you are you andThere are no obligations for you to love me There are no limitations As to who I am, or who I can beAny and every size is beauty and if you can't see that then good for yougo youYou bring us down to the point where we feel the only way up is painAs the sharp edges hit the skinYou'll know us truly and see our sinYou only see us as beautiful if you want usAnd us big girls are never wantedWe brush with death everytime we go outWe brush with the death of our self loveBecause of stink eyesAnd nasty guysWho draw us down until we hit bedrockTell me, will it ever stop?
