"I want to be happy."
"have a rich husband."
every teen girl's dream,
when asked what the future holds;
what happened to unicorn fantasies,
and our hearts of gold?
now instead of golden hearts,
we want men with trust funds and charm.
turning a cold shoulder to our true selves,
yet complaining about rude names,
when called ****** who're only after wealth.
why do we do this to ourselves?
we're so capable,
yet we'd rather lean on,
somebody who mistreats us,
and doles out small amounts,
of love and care;
we try so terribly hard,
to grasp on,
onto that slippery piece of feeling,
and when it leaves,
we're put back into that pit of empty,
pitch black and dull,
until they come back when they want us,
but we're still left wanting for more.
learn from the story of millions.
stories of girls,
with so much potential.
don't force yourself to be content,
when you can bargain for more,
can we step up the ladder,
to be even to those,
who jeered and mocked,
and took advantage,
of our kind hearts.
i have no idea what I'm doing. I'm not a feminist I swear, just tired of mistreatment. ^^