And the world slept,
She stared at the ceiling,
She listened to the silence,
She stared at herself on the mirror,
She took off the black baggy sweater that covered her body,
A tear escaped down her red cheek,
Her body, a museum of art,
Everybody said,
You see she had thick beautiful thighs, A around behind that would turn heads,
An artistic pair of peaches on her chest that made her a goddess,
A flat tummy with a glistering rock shinning on her navel,
Long legs that one stops and wonders where they end.
She was the girl everybody follows on instagram,
The kind that that gives your boyfriend sleepless nights and you can do nothing about it,
Her body was your body goals.
Let me not mention her closet because you'd break into it without second thoughts,
You'd like to strangle her but you secretly admire her.
She was the also the girl who didn't have it all figured out,
She does not even have it got together like you think,
She is falling and nobody sees it,
She is screaming but nobody can hear her,
Because we expect her to be perfect,
We expect her to serve us goals on social media everyday,
She is breaking ,
The society is breaking her,
You are breaking her,
I am breaking her.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
