Look at me,
How slick and sleek.
A lipstick to wear
With blush on my cheek.
A corset tied tight
To cut my breath.
A queasy,
Uneasy
Feeling lingers through my chest.
You took my neck,
One hand down my vest.
But I look my best,
As you say to the rest.
I am worthy now,
I have passed your test.
This poem is about women's beauty standards, and how men tend to 'rate' women based on their looks. How women feel pressured to look and act a certain way to win validation from men. If you can relate to this, please know you are beautiful just the way you are!