I wanted to write a piece about society’s expectations and standards. It took me some time, but I feel it discusses some of the hardships that people fail to realize I experience as a young girl, part of Generation F.
I am a girl
Living in the roar of society.
Can you hear me?
I am submerged in the lights of the man.
They drown me with their controversies and outlooks.
I am beautiful.
No, you are cocky and arrogant.
I am ugly.
No, you are my damsel and I will rescue you.
I am expected to blow, suck, and swallow what society brings to me.
But I didn’t ask for that.
Why didn’t I get a second to figure out what I want?
Fear has change by the throat and man won’t lift a finger.
I am a girl
Learning to be a woman.
Do you see me?
Why won’t you see me?
Drowning in the future society wants for me.
Black is the solitude in which I choose to shame the cruelties.