You dream.
You dream of having the "perfect" body. You dream of your eyeliner being even. You dream of finding "Mr. Right". You dream of a face clear of acne, Of being beautiful enough, Of being funny enough, Of being skinny enough. Us girls? We dream. But these are all generalizations, Of course. Dreams fed on stereotypes. Whether we all dream these kinds of things Or not, They're just surface-level dreams. Deep-down, We dream Different dreams; We long for different things. Deep down, You dream of being GREAT. We dream of being doctors who treat cancer, Of being the scientists who cure it. We dream of being astronauts, Police-women, Firefighters, Professional chefs, Football players, Engineers, Surgeons! So.... What stops us? Why do we seem to dwell on the surface-level "dreams? Why do you tell yourself that being GREAT Is less possible than clear skin? Who Says You Can't? Who makes you out to be weak? To be whiny? To be shallow? Who says that us girls Dream only of having the "ideal" body? So as to... What? Get a man? Who says that our Futures Are built upon the ideals Of men? The things that society says are beautiful: The high cheekbones, Long hair, Flat stomach, Thigh gap, Long eyelashes. The lack of muscle on our Arms and legs, No meat on our bones. Society believes we need these things So a guy will find us Attractive. So we can have a family And be a housewife. Why can't we define OURSELVES? Why can't we base our lives off of Ourselves? Off our own ideals? Why can't our goals, Our desires, Our wishes Be based on our own successes? You're living in a man's world, honey. We're living in a man's world Where it's more realistic To dream of fitting a mold, Where it's more realistic to be Ordinary. They want you to be inferior. They want you to be ordinary. But you're NOT. You don't have to be. You go out there and show them That it's YOUR world, That you are, in fact, Extraordinary. You go out and show them That you're MORE than mediocre. You're smart. You're driven. And you have just what it takes To make the world Believe in You And your Dreams.
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I'm dedicating this poem to one of my best friends, Sarah Todd :) She's been through a lot the last (almost) 6 years of her life, but has found new passions to replace the holes left by the old things she can no longer do. ST has found a way to pick up the pieces and put herself back together; I admire that a lot!! <3
01/28/2017-- I always hated the last stanza of this poem. Kinda awkward. I finally changed it. Still not perfect, but a lot better, in my opinion. :) Pieces, broken cov'ring the floor; A trail of me lead to the door. I couldn't keep together, me; When a wave hit— disparity. Nobody knew, because my face Was happy, smiling, full of grace. But inside of me was a sea Of anger, of sadness, not glee. Was drowning in that water that Consumed me; chased me like a cat After a mouse. No one could see The storm, the war inside of me. So pieces, on the floor they lie; Could leave them there to petrify. Or I could pick them up, maybe, And show the world I can be free. |
AboutHi, I'm Jen Starzec, and I'm 19 years old. I write a lot about disability and chronic illness, especially related to my main disorder, Transverse Myelitis. I also have a lot of poetry and some short stories. Enjoy! Categories
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