*...Dedicated to all Females...*
I don't expect you to understand
You can't imagine how I'm feeling
I can't admit it to myself
So where would I even begin?
I am a proud woman. I must be proud women. Cause I am a strong women. I can't get mad women.
We have analyzed every sing inch of our skins and comparisons seems to be our daily routine. I even find myself obsessing about imperfections that only I see.
Does anyone know what it's like to be a woman? Does anyone even know what it's like to be a girl?
Should our inter lack be judged by perceptions of what we should be? We're so young that's they start expectations that are too far to reach...
The future outcomes make me ask...
Do you even pride yourself?
You make up like a mask, trying to hide yourself.
It seems like on the outside you're thinking that you're the shit.
But there's a soul inside that you never even knew that existed.
Some of us are so out of touch that the world mistreats us.
I just hope that this will reach us and we understand...
That our
Values.
Are.
Not.
Determined.
By.
Another.
Man.
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Promising Young Woman
Poetry◇ ◆ ◇ So... is this the part where I find myself? ◇ ◆ ◇ A/N: I need you guys to reload my book and check to see how some of the chapters have been edited, recreated and permanently removed. Thank you for reading my book and for also being patient wi...
