Feminist PoemDo not tell me I am pretty, because I can not control that.
Its not my fault I happened to be born thin and blonde, tiny and trim.
Dont tell me I am pretty because that is all you see when you look at me.
Stop whistling when I pass.
Stop staring at me like I am a piece of meat.
Having a body dosn't make you pretty.
Thats not what beauty is.
Isn't my laugh special?
Is my personality enjoyable?
Am I fun to talk to?
I guess not because that is never said to me.
Yes my ass is fine, my figure is pristine.
You wonder why I deny the compliments and say "I am not pretty"
You are looking at me wrong.
I wish I could be seen with the standards of true beauty: personality, humor, laugh, smile, heart.
WHO I am not what I look like.
I'm not pretty, I'm Kenzie
Beautiful NightmareI am held in your arms and I am loved.
I never for a second doubt the fact that I am loved.
I never feel alone, I am never lonely.
You never lie to me, are always honest.
You are there for me to make me a better person, you love me for me.
I am special I am important. I am your princess.
I am in love and you are in love and we dance together.
We spin and twirl in a non ending embrace.
We laugh together and we kiss each other.
You make time out of your schedule to see me.
I do not do all the work, you try just as hard as I do to care for me and love me.
We will never be apart..
We will never be apart....
Then I wake up, to realize you do not exist.
It was a dream, and I am alone in my bed.
I was not held by anyone, I fell asleep alone.
My eyes water then I laugh coldly.
I can love again if I take the plunge and trust again, but I cannot do that anymore.
I don my mask and smile.
No one sees me inside, I laugh and flirt.
I am happy, I realize towards the middle of the morning I do not nee