.... (continuation from previous post) Poem my 14 yo daughter wrote. .
Please read! (Tagging strong women, sorry if I miss you).
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...The eyes from behind the glass tell me that my face is a blank canvas
and that I need to paint it to be beautiful
because if I don’t, then I don’t deserve the space I occupy.
So I try
I make myself glow like the stars in the sky, but then someone in the hallways at school tells me
that the star I modeled myself after is dead.
They say that I don’t need makeup to make up for what I might be lacking
They tell me I try too hard, and all I want is attention
from the boys, the girls, the people from behind the glass,
watching my every move, waiting for me to make a mistake,
because I am a fish in a bowl.
People tap on the glass, expecting me to do the same thing as everyone else
but at the same time waiting for me to do something spectacular
No matter how I dress myself up, there is a consequence.
If I wear the latest trend, I'm basic
If I wear sweats, I am lonely
If I show skin, I belong on a pole
If I am a housewife, I am useless
If I’m childless, I’m heartless
If I get an abortion, I’m a murderer
If I’m raped, I asked for it
I am at a fork in the road, and no matter what path I choose,
I will leave with a label that I didn’t ask for
They tell me two different things, each ending in my humiliation,
and expect me to be grateful.
They tell me that my chains will make me stronger,
but in reality, they just drag me down
They have the nerve to tell me what it takes to be a woman
when they wouldn’t last out the front door in my heels
Confused, I return to my chains, pull the bag back over my head
and choose a path.