I Promise To Be Pretty Tomorrow

I Promise To Be Pretty Tomorrow

A Poem by Kat Marie
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A poem I wrote about my insecurities.

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Sitting in front of a mirror for hours
Staring myself down
Bare, vulnerable
My head is pounding
Fingers that feel like they could bleed
Like unwinding a silver lining
I was turning off the lights and clearing the smoke
Re-visiting the reality of what life might only mean
No extensions to lengthen short-term beauty
No clothes to hide a peek-a-boo stomach that protrudes over hip bones
No make-up to mask any feelings
Just me and my comb
But wait… They're just braids, right?
Wrong
I can be my own demon 
Whisper to myself as I struggle to sleep at night
But I also struggle to stay awake
Scared of facing dreams and facing reality is a contradictory thought 
Maybe I'm insane for trying to escape this body
Exchange it for one I can run in without dragging it behind
Dance in without tripping over skin
Sleep in without dreaming of being skinny and waking up disappointed
Live in and feel alive
The only thing that keeps me from going insane is what I repeat to myself until it tickles the tip of the tongue
I promise to be prettier tomorrow
I promise to cover this yellow tint of skin so it shines a golden brown so rich that they can no longer classify me as a black girl
I promise to have locks of hair as long as a life-line fall around my shoulders and shade the tears on these cheeks so they look like holy water
I promise that next time I get stood up to dance I will pretend I forgot how to cry
I promise to be pretty
I promise, I promise, I promise
Sitting in front of a mirror for hours
Staring myself down
Bare, vulnerable
Wondering if there will ever be anything more to this
More than short eyelashes and stubby fingers
More than a girl who sometimes doesn't look like a girl
More than just another face
I want to be more than just another face
For the first time in a long time I saw that little girl
Who came home crying to her momma everyday cause the boys at school called her dark skin ugly
And I saw that little girl who may just come crying home to me everyday because the boys at school said her brown skin was nothing but a symbol of her inferiority 
And her brown eyes will turn to mud on a rainy day
But I will tell her that her knotted brown curls get tangled between her fingers when she is frustrated so she can't cover that beautiful smile that glistens when she is joyful 
That circles are never ending and neither is true beauty and that's why curvy is beautiful
`That maybe somewhere along the splinter between time and pretty and space and money there is a hope and a way and a girl and a prince
Not all princesses have to have a prince
I made up this excuse when I was in grade school and none of the boys liked me
And because I was able to see my flaws and imperfections as well as my adequacies, I could put labels on other girls around me
I called it the right kind of pretty
It's what separated being beautiful from being attractive
I was never the right kind of pretty
When I was young my flawless skin and chocolate eyes could be easily overlooked by short, dead hair that stayed in a ponytail when nothing was tying it
The right kind of pretty was the kind of girl the boys wanted to date first
And then someone in their league would be there to pick up the pieces of his heart and try to put them back together
I just ran out of hot glue and band-aids and apologies 
Sitting in front of a mirror for hours
Staring myself down
Bare, vulnerable
`Sometimes I just want to scream in the middle of a classroom
`“No you can NOT make a black joke”
“Why would you say that self-harm is just a trend to attract attention but waste money on over-priced swede shoes and burn your hair along with your individuality”
`“Maybe the reason I’m so loud all the time is because I’m tired of waiting my turn to be heard”
`“NO! I am NOT okay!"
`Sometimes I want to yell at the girls who come back from march break complaining about being sun burnt
I wish I could get sun burnt instead of sun… deep… fried?
Sometimes when I swallow my pride I pretend to choke just so he has a reason to rap his arms around me
Sometimes the white kids mask their face in brown paint and shoe shine and it's racist but black people drown their skin in bleach and call it’s beauty
Sometimes I wish guys wouldn’t just hit on me so I would fulfill their fantasy of “getting with a black girl"
Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be "pretty for a black girl”
Sometimes I wish I was just pretty
Maybe tomorrow

© 2015 Kat Marie


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Oh my goodness. This was so heartbreaking & beautiful all at the same time. I encourage you to polish this up a bit & submit it somewhere to be published. This is one of the best poems I've ever read in my life - & I've read quite a few.

I am so sorry you've had to deal with all of the things you listed above. But let me tell you one thing - you ARE beautiful. You sound beautiful. You write beautifully. You express yourself beautifully. You seem to have a beautiful soul. You cannot change the ignorance in other people or what they say about you, but you CAN change the way you feel about who you are on the inside & out & to make the world just a tad better by lessening the ignorance by your intelligence.

Wonderful job. You should be proud of yourself.

- Brittney

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Tags: beauty, spoken word, slump poem, poetry, pretty, insecurities, bullying, black, race, hair, self harm, self esteem, self confidence

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Kat Marie
Kat Marie

Belle River, Ontario, Canada



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I'm a 15 year old writer from Canada... I want to be Beyonce, but if not that I'll be a romance novelist. For right now? It's all poetry and dreams. more..

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