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Eowyn
Eowyn
hi I'm Razi. if u would like to read my novel it is on this here website: http://figment.com/users/2821-Eowyn / / otherwise, here is some shitty poetry, most of which will be about feminism, various attractive literary characters, etc, etc.. If you read it I will love you forever.
G Perfection. D                         E They tell us to strive for, C                         D They tell us to live for G Perfection. D       E They’re set on a quest for C           D Making us test for G Perfection. D     E So they stuff us in uniform C    D Make us have perfect form D           E      C                 D And never let us stop working for G Perfection D I don’t want to D Spend my life A Scribbling A Homework E Until I do G Pop G I HATE IT G I HATE IT G I HATE IT G I HATE IT G IT HAS D TO STOP Perfection Is not what they’re making They’re really just faking Perfection As they make our hands aching Our times they are wasting Perfection Our lives they are taking Our souls they are raking And the worst of it is they will never reach Perfection I don’t want to Spend my life Scribbling Homework Until I do Pop I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT IT HAS TO STOP
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Perfection
We are the curvy girls. Reubenesque, if you will. Society calls us “fat girls” And they treat us like a plague. To school nurses, we may as well be lepers The media is more tactful, And pretends that we aren’t here at all. Today I went walking in the woods. I wore a dress and a flower crown And the wind picked up my hair And right then I knew I was beautiful. But then I came back home And suddenly I didn’t know anything at all. “We are beautiful, in every single way. And words can’t bring us down.” Only sometimes they can. It hurts When you see your grandfather for the first time in months And he asks if you’ve lost weight. You haven’t. It’s just that he remembers you as the “fat grandchild” And his vision of you is warped. “Sticks and stones may break our bones, But words will never hurt us.” Only sometimes they will. It hurts When you’re among friends And you pick up a size 6’ or an 8’ at a clothing store And they ask if you’re sure it’s big enough Like you don’t have experience with these things Like you’re the delusional one. “We are beautiful, in every single way. And words can’t bring us down” Only sometimes they can. It hurts When you’re eating lunch with your very own mother And you order something that isn’t a salad And she shakes her head disapprovingly And hisses that you need to be more careful As if it’s that easy “Sticks and stones may break our bones, But words will never hurt us.” Only sometimes they will. It hurts When you’re among friends And in a fit of mental anguish, you call yourself fat And it takes them just a little too long To refute it When I went walking in the woods With my dress and my flower crown and the blowing wind I knew I was beautiful But the world tries to make me forget “We are beautiful, in every single way. And words can’t bring us down” But sometimes, that’s hard to remember
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
beautiful
We are the curvy girls. Reubenesque, if you will. Society calls us “fat girls” And they treat us like a plague. To school nurses, we may as well be lepers The media is more tactful, And pretends that we aren’t here at all. Today I went walking in the woods. I wore a dress and a flower crown And the wind picked up my hair And right then I knew I was beautiful. But then I came back home And suddenly I didn’t know anything at all. “We are beautiful, in every single way. And words can’t bring us down.” Only sometimes they can. It hurts When you see your grandfather for the first time in months And he asks if you’ve lost weight. You haven’t. It’s just that he remembers you as the “fat grandchild” And his vision of you is warped. “Sticks and stones may break our bones, But words will never hurt us.” Only sometimes they will. It hurts When you’re among friends And you pick up a size 6’ or an 8’ at a clothing store And they ask if you’re sure it’s big enough Like you don’t have experience with these things Like you’re the delusional one. “We are beautiful, in every single way. And words can’t bring us down” Only sometimes they can. It hurts When you’re eating lunch with your very own mother And you order something that isn’t a salad And she shakes her head disapprovingly And hisses that you need to be more careful As if it’s that easy “Sticks and stones may break our bones, But words will never hurt us.” Only sometimes they will. It hurts When you’re among friends And in a fit of mental anguish, you call yourself fat And it takes them just a little too long To refute it When I went walking in the woods With my dress and my flower crown and the blowing wind I knew I was beautiful But the world tries to make me forget “We are beautiful, in every single way. And words can’t bring us down” But sometimes, that’s hard to remember
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