The Life of a Women

The life of a women can be very dark

It is certainly not a stroll in the park

We are convinced we have to look a certain way

Otherwise men will not give us the time of day

We are set up with goals, much rather guidelines

Tall..Thin..Sweet..Innocent.. Always dressed to the nines

We are beaten down by society's ideals

Told that we need to wear make-up and painful high heels

We look in the mirror and feel lost 

We buy into these beauty standards at any cost

We spend time, money and emotions to feel beautiful 

That we soon forget who we are as an individual 

But what is it all for?

Why must society always ask for more?

The life of a women can be very dark

It is most certainly not a stroll in the park 

Author's Note

I just began writing poetry so it might be a little rough, but bare with me! I am new at this