I Try to Understand
I try to understand
All that’s buried me under these
Layers of dust and sand.
If I’m to live in this cruel world,
Should I not understand its cruelness?
Should I not know what hurled
Me under? Am I to lay down and take
What is given with no question? Should
I agree and make
The best of it?
“Your skirt is too short,” the yell,
So I go to the store and buy another,
The longest one they sell.
“You are not smart enough,” they explain,
So I give up on my dream and seek a
Change while I wait for color to drain
Back into my life.
“If only she were prettier,” they whisper
As I lock myself in a dressing room, waiting
For them to quit calling me Someone’s “less-beautiful” sister.
Is this the life I’m to live? Filled with regret and shame
Of not being enough, doing enough, or knowing enough? To be
Just another girl they criticize before even knowing her name?
I am buried under this dust and sand
Of magazine covers, expectations, clothes and words
And I think if I’m to lie here suffocating I should understand
Why they do not wish me to breathe.
And I don’t.