When I was first told
To "act like a lady,"
I was mad
Because I wanted to play in the mud
When I was told next
"That's not very ladylike,"
It was because
I was doing cartwheels in my church dress.
When I was told
"That's not how a lady should dress,"
It was because
My tank top showed my bra strap and my shorts were above my knees.
Every time I asked, "Why?
Why must I be a lady?"
They answered,
"Because if you're not, no one will respect you."
So I became they're version of a lady.
I acted how I was supposed to.
I sat up straight with my ankles crossed.
I wore baggy t-shirts and long shorts.
So tell me
Please tell me
Why
When I was in a too large sweatshirt and loose pajama pants
Did it not matter that I was a lady
But that I was a girl
With all the right parts
-being a "lady" made me weak
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
