What a change
Child to woman, what a change
from dressing wild with out a care
to caring more than anything
from silly eyeshadow you found in your mums room
to going to school with a full face
from no beauty standard
to one so complex
from child to woman, what a change.
Kind Eyes
I like gentlemen with kind eyes
I like men opening doors with a smile
I don’t like the men who put themselves up on a pedestal
The ones who act tough just to be cool
I don’t like the stares
That make me feel bare
I like the ones that care.
Pressure
Walkin’ down the street passing a group,
Feeling like a doupe,
Old men stare people my age just glare,
Try to wear something with a unique flare.
Glare, Glare, Glare.
Feeling judged just tryna get my lunch,
Guys just saying your looking “munch”
Thinking your getting somewhere with someone,
Just to find out he’s a bum.
Starts saying weird things about your body,
Say you’re not comfortable and suddenly you’re a nobody.
They try and they try guilting you in,
Keep saying no no no and they just won’t go go go.
When?
My limbs stretch up and out of the bed, stomach filled with dread,
same as every morning I drag my feet downstairs, My once tired and sleepy brain filled with thoughts of others cares,
I stare down at my piece of bread, my mothers words filling my head,
I tear at the nasty threads, my hand me down jumper has seen better,
not a bite of breakfast was eat before i get up and go, tears sting my eyes as I walk with my head down low,
my hand trembles as I reach for the door handle of the classroom, I can’t do it,
I turn on my heel and leave,
Another day, another loss, when will I be free? When can I be me?
Rather be
In these classroom walls home is where id rather be
on my Xbox playing siege
forgetting about the day and feeling the cold breeze
going downstairs and watch the Sunday league
head back up stairs and play the piano keys
mum shouting at me “do your homework please.”
Small
Girls learn early that they must be small,
how to act careful and how to behave.
While boys are told to mess and fall,
Girls are told they must be brave.
They feel the stares, and obey the rules,
they feel a weight before they make a choice,
Girls growing up before their time
are taught quickly how to quiet their voice.
Game
At the end of the day
they ain’t going to make you pay
but that’s okay
Because even what they said
Put that shii to bed
Out of your head
Because life is a game
Which we want to play
So live you’re days
You’re very own way.
Fear
I fear of not succeeding in life, I have the fear of not reaching my potential
I have the fear of losing everything, I have the fear of not doing the stuff I’m meant to
I have the fear of becoming a person I hate now, I fear that not having family.