Dear Girls:
Girls are a whole half of life,
a whole half of life… I… don’t know so well, honestly.
I mean, sure, girls. I can talk to you.
I mean, sure, girls I can laugh with you
I mean, sure, girls I can get mad at you.
Sure, girls, I can fall in love with you,
It doesn’t mean, though… It doesn’t mean I know you.
Girls, why do you go through the pain,
all this makeup, to attempt in vain,
to make yourself beautiful, yet a clone,
Not understanding your beauty is only ever your own.
I understand, what I see outside is great,
But heck boys, can we do else than to hate?
Us, as boys, we abuse you
Force you into cast iron molds,
Hold you there with
The handcuffs of media,
The bindings of gossip,
And the shackles of judgement
If you want make up, then be my guest,
But please, listen, and I’ll do my best,
To speak a point having long been ignored
my idea of true beauty, having yet been unexplored.
Look into a mirror,
tell me you’re not pretty.
If you tell me so, I dare you to look harder
Look past the words of others,
shove the words which broke your image long ago,
made your reflection shatter
broke the mirror in your mind because you can’t bear to look at yourself,
because all you’d see was the B____, S___, and W____.
They cut you inside, made you bleed self image,
Made you never want to show your face again.
But you had to.
You had to fight another needless round,
Over and over again,
Always coming back with a new scar
Each time you took a turn in this never-ending circle
You found a new way to twist your self image,
To break yourself inside,
Made you want to punch,
Kick,
Scream out loud
STOP!
…And let me tell you,
A simple layer of foundation isn’t going to fix you
Mirror, mirror, the only one of who’s image you control,
the one part of you which makes you feel whole,
Shove them, you’ll feel quite warm and cuddly,
Without their words which make you feel ugly.
If you broke the mirror in your mind because you weren’t attractive enough,
Then shove it aside, break through the bluff,
leave the labels behind, get a new mirror
Because you’re only beautiful if you say you are.
Don’t let our nasty words get to you,
Guys are horrible, of which you should have a clue.
Take my advice with a grain of salt,
Not every boy displays these faults.
We have our moments we wish we could take back,
peer pressure broke us, they made us crack.
If we fight against it, we’re kicked out, disowned.
Forced to live our double-edged misery, all alone
Do, speak, act as you please, it’s your choice,
I speak here today to but give you a voice.
I wish I could reap the rewards of the thoughts I hoard,
But I can only speak frankly to boys, who sit here bored.
BOYS! We’re not understanding, not getting on board,
girls are a whole half of life we’ve never explored.
Areeb:
I cried reading this poem and I probably will cry again when you present it in class. This idea intrigued me…how you wrote to the opposite gender I was wondering actually if i could do a complimentary piece to this? Or maybe you could even change the perspective and half it as if you were speaking to males. That would be my only suggestion but this idea really got me thinking. Your repetition is this piece was beautifully well done and I loved your intro and the build up until you struck us with the main point of your story. I want to personally thank you for this piece, it really hit home for me, especially right now in my current time of life. I think it was so important that you addressed this issue and you did it in such a respectful, beautiful way.
My sincerest thanks,
Cayleigh
Cayleigh –
That meant a lot to me. I’ve always felt confused as to how people would take this piece. I’m so glad to know that the original intention was fulfilled.
I will certainly look into a complimentary piece to this.
Thank you! 🙂
~Areeb