PERFECTION
Perfection.
What does that mean?
Silencing the fear?
Or disregarding our dream?
Fear you give
Towards me
Afraid to leave
How can that be?
I stand here,
Looking at my body…
Am I too fat?
Too skinny?
Do I have the
“Perfect image?”
Fractured are we
Because of what
You made us to be.
I stand here,
Looking at my skin…
Am I light?
Am I dark?
Do I have the
Color of this land?
Forever alone are we
Because of you
Of all the things you said
And who you called me.
I stand here,
Looking at you…
The perfect body
The perfect skin
The perfect touch.
I realize,
Am I not like you?
You!
You push me down
As I begin to stand
You hold my smile
As I begin to laugh
You silence me
As I begin to speak,
Is it because
I am not perfection?
Is my imagination
Not creative?
Is the color of my skin
Does it not matter in this “free” land?
Is the language I speak
None of yours?
Is my gender
Not equivalent to yours?
Beauty is perfection….
Beauty is……
Beauty…….
They!
They do nothing!
We cry ourselves to sleep
Letting the demons come out at night
Telling us who we are because of you!
They do nothing!
They tell us to speak
We scream!
They tell us to act
We take action!
Instead,
They shut our doors
Make us sit down
And not even speak a word.
Our fathers
Our mothers
Our brothers
Our sisters
Our friends
Our classmates
Our society….
Has been infected.
Beauty is a disease
Trying everything
In our might
To be “perfection.”
Who is to blame:
Is it we
Is it you
Or is it them?
~C.M.F.G