I'm Not Here to Please You
Sometimes I lie
And sometimes cheat
And sometimes I hide
What makes me so me.
I suck in my gut
When I see a camera flash,
I sit quietly in class
And try not to make a splash.
Because that is what girls
Are expected to do;
To not talk too much,
To be pretty for you.
Girls are
Dainty,
Soft,
Pleasant,
And smiling.
Always willing
And supportive,
Never testing
And trying.
But of course the truth is,
Deep down inside,
Past the media-pushed make-up
And polite pleasantries,
And the patriarchal obedience
Taught in elementary,
I am strong.
I am fierce.
I won't stand by your side
And look happy and thoughtless;
I won't let myself hide.
Past the Instagram filter,
Past the tinted hues;
I am my own person,
I have my own views.
I am flawed.
I am perfect.
I am beautiful and bold.
I can agree.
I can argue.
I can throw rhyme scheme away.
Because despite all of the societal restrictions and rules,
I am who I am.
I'm not here to please you.