Am I Pretty Yet?

A Poem by Bleona

a typical in our society

Put on a dress, should be your decision right? no. "You look like a w***e" they say, and so you go home and cry. You start thinking to yourself 'what am i doing wrong?' All that you want is to be told you are pretty.

Part 2, makeup? You start thinking to yourself 'okay well maybe if i put makeup on they'll finally think I'm pretty.' Makeup should be your own decision, right? no. You come home crying once more because people say you wear too much makeup. It offends you and so you start thinking to yourself again 'what am i doing wrong?' All that you want is to be told you are pretty.

Part 3, 'maybe if i skip on the makeup and don't wear a dress, today will be better.' Today all you wear is ripped denim jeans, and a body fit crop top that you starved yourself to be able to wear. Make your own decisions right? no. you come home except tonight you aren't just crying, you are sobbing. They called you a "s**t" for exposing too much stomach today.

Part 4, today you stay home, with you thoughts lingering. 'I'm an ugly w***e' you think. Crying yourself to sleep is the remedy. But you know make your own decisions right? no. That night you decide to starve yourself, and over time fade away.

The truth is, you are pretty. The world was just too ugly to say it.