They told us to hide
whether behind an elegant mask-
crafted for finery, lace like morning glory
climbing up the sides,
or a doll face-
rosy cheeks, big glossy eyes,
and a painted on smile.
They forced us to want
a perfect world with white-picket fences
shimmering rainbows
clear, blue skies.
Straight lines like soldiers
Happy, and only that.
Not even joy.
They showed what to be
dominoes, in rows and columns
and when one falls, the rest will suffer.
Hide behind that grin
and accept it.
Don't fight them, those
Social Constructs.
YOU ARE READING
A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸
Poetry"she writes when broken and lost inside, hoping the ones she love read between the lines" Cover by TheGreatSphinx ︱Honorable Mention (3rd) in The Rhapsody Awards︱
