people pleaser

Day 21 ‪#‎identity‬

People pleaser

There once was a girl
Who ran away from the land where little girls play

She was nice and she shared

But it got her nowhere

She stayed on task

In her beautiful mask

Yes yes yes

yes yes yes

She would say sorry for no reason
And take the blame too
Sorry can she ask you something
And sorry boy for something she didn't do

Sorry for talking too loud
Upsetting the crowd
Sorry can she get through
And sorry dad for upsetting you

And then was so nice or  so mean 

There seemed to be no in-between
The structures of patriarchy
Had lead her to duality

Fathers who showed no interest in their daughters wishes
And only gave her attention when she did the dishes

And then she thought
Well I belong close to the sink
With no right to debate
Or express what I really want
I will be a people pleaser

And a debutante

Then she would turn on the tv

And find a chickadee mixed with the grand prix

Co operations who sell products
A woman without a voicebox
Women's bodies in our psychology
And her spirit reduced to biology

She became

a Peacemaker and showcaser
Never challenging systems
And becoming a poker facer

In a manmade fashion parade

You see this girl

Was groomed to conform

To never cause trouble
Shhh
Shhh
Shhh

Everything was so uniform
An entangled fortress
Is where she now hides

Building walls of sugar and spice

And all things nice

You will find her writing in her tower

Sitting in front of a flickering flame

The ink of her pen

The colour red

And her first sentence begins with

"I am not dead

When I remember the land where little girls play

And fight

Hosting dance concerts

To their parents delight

Where they would protest to get their needs met
A dinky diary
A cat to smother
Pony rides
And a hug from their father

And inbetween
Their cabbage patch kid
And occasional hiccup

Never did they dream to be silent when she grew up"

There's a staircase leading to her tower

And a bumpy road beneath

Every stranger has been her guest

And the words

Welcome in are engraved

On her mantelpiece

She had learnt to cope with less

And to build holes

To catch the tears of struggle in her bold protest


As she chants on the roof of the tower for all the town hear

I won't please you anymore

I can't please you anymore
I won't please you anymore

Calling out to other girls in the town beneath

She sings

There is a way sister

Where we can stop saying sorry for no reason

Start celebrating what we have to say

And go back to the land where little girls play"

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

everybody stand for their survival. please stand for their own choice to life behind the shadow without reflection and kept thousand of mysteries of their ability. people please are the most dangerous and deadly person cause they can play according to whom they please but could be a time bomb when they unpleasant. master that cover in servant clothes :)