To her
( This is the first stage of a poem that highlights society's passive-aggressive behavior towards the individual and the ingrained idea of feminine perfection)
i dressed you up in doll outfits
but it didn't pass with your red face and tantrums that
will honest to god
give you premature wrinkles if you don't shut up already
but you're just adorable in this dress
craft yourself until your fingers bleed
from the bits of paper maché thats been tossed at your head
you're so resourceful and individualized
your eyes are twinkling but your ribcage
looks like its going to burst under the
corset of roses and honeysuckles
you've been squished in
i'm glad you're sitting up and keeping good posture
your eyes are bloodshot with the strings
that they've been wrapped around with
who plays puppeteer with those eyes
can you see the truth now
you're so open-minded
i see the way your throat tenses
while you dictate prerecorded messages
becuse you can't speak for yourself
you're so talkative and friendly
your smile's chipping off
it looks like you're going to need another layer
the empty paint buckets in your room
need to be thrown out
you're fucking happy today what's with it
we got you some presents
here is a butterknife to dig through your skin
while beautiful women look down at you from their place
on the walls where they belong
and we also gave you words of encouragement
why are you crying
is that crusted blood or lipstick on your mouth
either ways it looks good
keep it
your skin concaves when i touch it
you're a living piece of propaganda
your breath is rank with the words of television
and beauty magazines
how can you live with yourself
you've got tattoos of barcode all over your body
you must feeling so fucking edgy
and with that expensive paste on your face
but you're about as authentic
as fucking movie piracy
i never told you to go down this route
you brought this all on yourself
what happened to your flesh and blood
i look into your eyes and it's like i'm seeing
Big Brother
and that girl who's in all of your magainzes
with the bubble gum lips singing about fantasy and curvy hips
this isn't what i expected of you
im ashamed of what you've become
hey, everyone simply loves you
there's no reason to hate yourself so i am not
understanding
your disruptive behavior
your skin will fall off if you keep making such an ugly face