Shame in the Form of Beauty
Dear society,
There is hair sown to my arms and legs
but you have given me razors for that.
Imperfections dug on my face
and none of your creams and pills work.
A tunnel in between my front teeth…
Should I be getting braces?
Breasts too small in size:
Are you really twenty one?
“Frizzy Hair & How to Stop it!”
Whitening masks to bleach my skin,
brown skin.
Your standards,
your views
are ugly, ugly, ugly.
I am beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
y también soy Chicana.
No regards,
Me.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country