Discription: This is a poem about the struggles of being a teenage girl about insecurities and being told that you can't do something because you are girl and that you are disgusting or less than because of having your period.
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In the realm of blossoming youth's sweet embrace,
A teenage girl oft finds herself in a chase,
Seeking a mirage of perfection's embrace,
Where insecurities leave their haunting trace.
A fragile bud, her spirit yearns to take flight,
Yet shackled by constraints, both wrong and trite,
A world that whispers, casting doubt's ominous blight,
Forcing a narrative upon her with all its might.
Oh, the struggles she faces within her own frame,
Where curves and contours ignite tongues of shame,
The whispers of not being skinny, a body to blame,
But lo! Beauty's essence cannot be confined to such aim.
She's told her nose should be nipped, so petite,
And her legs must stretch to impossible feat,
Yet in her heart, she fights a battle so sweet,
To embrace her uniqueness, her radiance complete.
There, in her soul's landscape, she begins to see,
That true beauty transcends what the eye can decree,
A symphony of existence, created to be free,
In her scars and flaws lie truth's eternal decree.
In this symphony, her spirit blossoms anew,
Reveling in the power to redefine what is true,
For society's judgments, no longer it'll subdue,
She finds strength within, authentic and bold, it grew.
She questions the notion, imposed from above,
That attire's role lies only to attract and serve,
With defiance, she challenges limits, the dreams she deserves,
Unfettered by norms, she ignites change through her verve.
"Tis not for women," they say, hiding behind closed blinds,
To partake in adventures, fierce souls intertwined,
But she dares to challenge conventions, deeply entwined,
For the world is her canvas, no boundaries to bind.
And oh, the sacred mysteries her womanhood unveils,
As she wears the cloak of femininity, steadfast and hails,
From the moonlit nights to the crimson tide that prevails,
She embraces her cycle, a force that never fails.
For within her veins flows the life-giving essence,
This monthly dance, a symphony, her body's presence,
In union with nature, she sings in resonance,
A testament to resilience, strength, and her brilliance.
So, dear teenage girl, hear this fervent plea,
Shatter the illusions, find your own reality,
Embrace your being with love and tenacity,
For you're a masterpiece, boundless possibility.
Insecurities may knock, but your spirit shall soar,
With every breath, embracing the beauty that's at the core,
You are worthy, courageous, and so much more,
A timeless work in progress, divinely carved, that's for sure.
~Mj
