A poem I made recently about observations I've made dealing with being a girl the past fourteen years of my life. Enjoy!
Girls, Girls, Girls
always in competition
consistently missing out on opportunities
for sisterhood
but if we knew what was good we'd step aside
from the sexist
ideologies that this world shoves on every girl including me
Being a girl in her teens is scarier
than an episode
of Scream Queens
Girls, girls
told to lock up our dreams
and wait patiently for marriage
in our early twenties
but I refuse to wait silently
hoping for someone to “save” me
“Sitting pretty” will not be my career
path
or profession
Yet there are some girls who truly
question what they'll do if they aren't wedded before completing their undergrad-uate
Girls, girls
giving congratulation
but patiently waiting for
when the others throne will be taken
Don’t get me mistaken
as the one who says
“Girls are too much drama”
but like commas they make me pause
and think….
about where this world would be
if we destroyed all of the patriarchal
policies engraved in girls in their
young teens
We’ve been deprived
our unity too long
a story sadder than Brian’s song
unable to get along
oh how many wrongs we’ve committed
against each other
Girls, Girls
When one is opinionated
and works well at communicating it
she’s often known as unaccepting
and stubborn.
But a man with the same traits
is something
women search for
Maybe I could tone it down a bit more
My mother says in order for people to appreciate
my poetry it must be said in a way that isn’t
angry
But passion is the only way
to create poetry
Why is my being upset
with society
for teenage girls
unnerving?
Girls, Girls
I’ve even generalized them
myself by writing this poem,
however it must be noted the girl-gated
community needs a reform
it is currently
the norm for a girl to hate another
because she is better than her
in some way shape or form
Girls, Girls
Tagging things as “goals”
instead of achieving our own
Glued to our phones
Spending hours looking
at the life of someone we don’t know
Unable to turn our backs without being stabbed
and the cracks have began to show
in the jobs and roles we’ve began to take
The girl who loved science soon
conforms to being just another
pretty face
Now don’t get me wrong
being seen as attractive is no sin
you can manipulate it in a way which
works for you
However girls shouldn’t be forced to
use their features as the fuel behind their success
What a stress has been put on girls to do exactly this
Girls, Girls
Told to wear clothes to dissuade the rapist
what’s strange is rape pre-dated the crop top
The way the system is setup is not to our benefit
But rather to keep up the comfortability of a man
undeserving of it
Girls, Girls
My sister can’t dress in an outfit
without being asked for which boy’s benefit
The bigger your butt and thighs the looser society
tells you to wear clothes in order to be “respected”
I’m fed up with this!
The rules we’re expected to follow are unrealistic
No calling it quits, though I wish I could
Because I’m just about ready to leave this girl-hood
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryIssues/irritations faced by me as an introverted African American female. Mostly described through think pieces, but more often than not poems.
