This is a poem about how our society failed. |
It's a world of numbers, Supposedly smaller is better, A universe of measuring tape and scales, When did we lose everything altogether? It's a life of eyes, It's a world where things you never chose, Are your fault forever, It's the way things work, I suppose, If you can't fit into the smallest size, If you don't fit the mould, If your size is a tad too big, All your options are closed, It's a world where the normal isn't normal, And beautiful people aren't beautiful, Because they wear a size larger than small, You're told you aren't suitable, Maybe you cry at your reflection, I know I do, At the fat squishing out from beneath my swimsuit, Even if it is natural, all the way through, I'm hardwired to hate myself, Just because I can't see my ribs clearly, The world raised me wrong, My body hurting me severely, Where it should be brains over the body, Where your personality should trump numbers on a scale, Where even though everybody is beautiful we can't see it, This society has a ginormous fail, Look at your achievements, Your personality, your family and friends, Does none of this matter, Over the way your body bends? |