Girls can dress like boys, but a boy dressing as a girl is shameful? Think being a girl would be wrong, being second most important in this world, obeying the more dominant. You may mock it, but secretly you’d love to know what’s it’s like for her wouldn’t you, what it feels like for a girl like her?
Wrecking of a worry, stepping out of sight
Jumping to a conclusion with a single try
Worth more than a single glance
There’s plenty more anyway
Three steps into it, then taking eight back
Being rated by appearance
It’s not usually about the personality
The eyes, the hips, their breasts
Whether they can run fast
About what they eat
Have you any idea what it’s like
For a girl like her?
I’m only talking about one out of a billion
A girl like her
So have you any idea what it’s like
For a girl like her…?
The only reason, she feels so small
Because you make her feel that way
There’s not a moment gone by
Where the hair isn’t thought about
The mirror in here pocket
The lipstick in her purse
It's society dictating
Next time you open your mouth to speak
Could you be a little clearer and thoughtful
Dressing herself up for you
And yet you never consider the stress
Have you any idea what it’s like
For a girl like her?
I’m only talking about one like her?
So have you any idea what it’s like
For a girl like her…?
Eyes sparkling like glitter
A smile like none of the sluts
Is it pointless of me?
To be so far away from a amazing girl
And she doesn’t know how she’s gifted
Because every time you open your mouth
You never show it, or recognise it
What it feels like for her as a girl
YOU ARE READING
So Proud
PoetryWell, I was told lifes like a piano... you'll have white keys being the good and black keys being the bad, but even though you'll come across both black and white, just know they both play music
