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May 2014 · 2.9k
Perfection
Eowyn May 2014
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
So these were supposed to be song lyrics but i want to share them so I'm pretending they're a poem
May 2014 · 633
beautiful
Eowyn May 2014
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

— The End —