-spoken word-
Dear society,
This is a plea
From a broken girl
In this damaged world
A girl who never had the chance
To be herself in fear of being rejected
Cast aside for not following the public norms
This is a plea
For God's sake society
A girl's body is not a toy
A piece of material to be passed around and thrown to the ground
To be torn and beaten
Bruised black and blue- bleeding through
Her very being
A person's dreams
Are not shared to be downgraded for being
Too childish, unachievable, and unrealistic
And yet- the sky is the limit?
For God's sake society
Suicide is not a joke
Out of the eight hundred thousand children that take their lives
Or tried and failed to succeed
How much blood covers your hands
Just because you joked around when you don't understand
That girl fights at home
The real reason she's always alone
Is cuz she's scared
Scared of someone seeing her vulnerable
Since the pressure says crying is for the weak
Wearing long sleeves to hide her scarred over scars
Going through life where everything is bleak
Dear God society
This is a plea
Since when was suffering admirable
Five foot seven a hundred and ten pounds
Curvy figure and pale skin
So perfect- so society says
She's dying!
But you wouldn't know
It doesn't matter just look at her figure!
Toxic build up in her body at five years old
Anorexia at ten- bulimia at fifteen
How much longer until it's finally seen
Her ribs jutting from her sides
Held in place
By only the pale paper mache they call her skin
For God's sake society!
Is there really a reason
For labels and names to organise people in boxes like street signs saying what goes in which direction
Piling on a thick cloud of shame and hate
Just because of the kind of person we want to be and date
Dear God society!
This was a plea
Isn't it clear?
Things in this era are more than they appear
On the surface; - we're all people here
Playing this game of what society says goes
Cookie-cutter impressions of the human race
Anything different would be a disgrace
When can we act like people and stop moving out of fear
Of things we can't control
YOU ARE READING
Amphigory
Poetry"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
