A Portrayal
Could you see me?
Not from the clothes that I wear
Not from the color in my hair
But only me?
A little girl
She looked at the world
But when she looked back at herself
She wasn’t there at all
What of this girl?
A captured child trained to be pretty
Destined for a corset tied up so tight
She can hardly breathe
They changed her from what
They thought was ugly and dull
A poor, beautiful depiction
To the Perfect condition.
They sold her figure and her face
To the hungry crowd long ago.
While bound by the laces upon her dress
She could not comprehend of what it means to be
To be beautiful and free
But she’s restrained by an image
On a magazine
She’ll never be perfect for them
Like she is for me
And when her golden hair moves in the breeze
And when her long legs move her gracefully
Do you really think of who she is?
What lives inside, under her skin?
The questions she wants to ask
They don’t see as ambition;
What is my purpose?
What is perfection?
An expectation that makes me scream
A nightmare that does not seem
To end, and I still dream.
Do you know what defines me?
When my image disappears from your eyes
And when you become blind to what they see
Revealing what the world can not find
Revealing only me
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