S C R E A M

The glossy magazine

In the library 

Is screaming.

 

Cheekbones!

Makeup!

Perfection!

Pretension!

 

Be fake!

Be beautiful!

Be loved!

Be sexy!

 

Be everything!

 

No.

No, no, no

No.

 

The pages fly

Into your consciousness

Muddle up your mind

You don't have to be fine.

 

You don't have to be fine,

you don't have to be fine.

 

Change 

e v e r y t h i n g

be a carbon copy,

be fake,

be fake,

be fake.

 

No, no, no 

No, no, no

No, no, no.

 

NO.

 

Scream louder than

m a g a z i n e s.

Scream, scream, scream

From your damn lungs.

 

Scream louder than a n y t h i n g.

 

S C R E A M

MY CHILD,

 

S

R

A

M.

 

And don't trust anyone

Who tells you it's not

l a d y l i k e.

 

Ladylike is the mark of the

o p p r e s s e d.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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