Updated: Nov 10, 2020
I stare at the figure in front of me
Eyes rake down with hateful scrutiny
Following the ridges and sickening curves
Believing it to be nothing but a curse
The gutted glances and repulsive remarks
That society bestows upon us without a thought
That fills her with a burning shame
That leaves scars behind from the hateful pain.
The ashamed girl in front grabs the protruding skin.
A reflection of what’s broken within
Mirroring the thoughts that continuously swirl
Where she wonders if a day will ever arrive
Where she has to give up the fight
And empty it all into a hole.
With baggy clothing that shrouds the body
To protect herself from any more misery
But the words she hears clings to the heart
That cracks her sanity eternally ripping her apart
The glint from the glass shines with mirth,
And the girl in front relentlessly judges her worth.,
For a moment, the anguish within forgotten,
In its place, hope and satisfaction spread.
Visions flash before her
Of a life that makes her ponder
Will she ever be accepted for what she appears to be
Or will she always just be a mockery
For the merciless society
For all those who fail to see
It’s not just the weight on us we have to battle
But also your constant gaze and tattles
That does nothing but belittle
Reflecting from the slab of glass
Is the goal that she has,
That one day she’ll look at herself
And a proud smile will light up her face.
Where she’ll gaze at herself with awe and content
And avoid negativity with contempt.
Where she’ll stride around in confidence
And won’t bow down to your arrogance.
Until then, she has a journey to go,
Where she’ll endure curves and bumps
That’ll hinder her spirit and make her slump.
But what matters is her effort and inner strength.
To continue along the rightful path and avoid your demeaning torments.
So society do us all a little favor,
And let us continue to endeavor.
Without your unwavering scrutiny
Without your unnecessary crudity
Leave us to ourselves, for we know what is best.
Each humiliating word may strike us, but we’ve learned to take it all in jest.
Stop whirling in your endless stigmas.
And overlook the flaws and shame.
For there is more to a person
Than what appears in front of the glassy frame.
