Remember when

 

remember when you were a little girl

remember when you were wonderwoman

no remember when you were spiderman

remember when your imagination allowed you to be anything

remember when you were the first female president

you would line up all your friends to bow as you gave your inaugural speech

remember how the next day you were einstein gracefully accepting your science award

and the next you were a boxer kicking and punching and twirling in the air

remember when you won every game because you didn't know how to quit

when did we stop being people when did we stop being mind full of intelligence

when did we no longer need love or long for affection

since when did we stop dreaming

because let's face it our father told us that women would never be president

because how sad is it that he never had to tell you why?

when did women get ceilings and walls

when did we become confined and limited

when did we stop having hearts and only being skin

the world insults us

they shoot bullets from their tongues and expect us to be bulletproof

all while having baby soft skin

when did women become frozen figurines men set on their tables

when did all my substance amount itself to the color on the tip of my fingers

when did I just become something to please his eyes

when did I go from einstein in lab coats and writing numbers

to tall high heels and sexy dresses

when did underneath my clothes just become my skin

not my brains or my  heart only what was happening on my chest underneath my chin

when did all I amount to was my physical ability to please a man

when did my version of perfection stop being freckles and corky laughs

and science and math

when did it become eighty pounds 6 feet tall and 4 inches wide

when did my IQ and my waist size have to fit on the tip of my finger

when did that number on the scale become more important than my gpa

because when i became smart when i became determined and powerful

so someone please tell me

when did i start to believe them when they told me I couldn't be anything i wanted to be

someone please tell me when did they stop letting me be true to me.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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