To All The Girls After Me

Growing up is like being thrusted into a blackhole
You’re blinded from everything except the fact you are plummeting
into a fathomless nothing with no parachute to break the impact
Think that’s a bit dramatic?
My bad, it must be the PMS
You don’t experience that yet, but most people use it as an excuse
for when us girls feel anything but happy
Speaking of happy, there are many things that can make us happy
in this stage of entering adolescents
like spending hours caking on masks to our faces
or getting burning blisters from heated metal rods
that makes our hair smell like ashtrays
Why do we do these great, fun things?
Well, it’s certainly not for our own personal satisfaction
but to impress boys who will show us off as their trophies
before tossing us out like last week’s leftovers
But, wait. There’s more!
We also learn to become very good at math
not to actually get jobs in the field, of course
but instead to count every contrite calorie
We allow our begging bodies to use
until our boney ribs protrude
and we are labeled as sick,
maybe from the start
only being raised to be torn apart
I tell this to all the girls that may come after me
So you can fight to be stronger
than what us women were forced to be
 






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Feb. 8, 2016 at 2:59 pm
Wow. Just wow. This poem is absolutely stunning and a great piece of work. I am sorry you had to go through this and I hope the two little girls you babysit won't. God bless! I like how in your poem you use strong and powerful words such as thrusted, fathomless, and caking. I can see how this relates to society, for them to see girls as super skinny supermodels when really almost no one looks like that. You are really expressing your feelings in this piece. The imagery in your poem is a very ni... (more »)
 
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