⠀ ⠀ ⠀actions are cri꧑es ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ︵‿︵‿︵‿ why is it that when i smile my teeth a pearly white i seem so vile opposite of nice why am i told to close my mouth not look so joyful while going about explain to me why i should not be so enveloped in gloom but when i’m not laughing do i seem doomed? tell me why my words are too much i should shut my mouth, you say, apparently it’s just a hunch enlighten me on the matter called tears why am i a cry baby for expressing my fears i wonder why my makeup is now crude why what so disgusts you makes me feel cute? do i look sick when nothing adorns my face? what once you called distasteful you want me to bring back with haste does my clothing irk you? do my shoulders make you cry? why should i hide what is rightfully mine? do i not feel hot? you ask me again why am i covering up oh, when will you leave me alone, when? my actions are crimes you want to point out then fix like theyre not mine please, can i shout: you have a problem with e v e r y t h i n g i find this statement true but i too have a problem and that is with you leave me alone let me be i cannot breathe with you looking at me i would like to l i v e but this cannot do with you telling me my actions are all rude ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ︵‿︵‿︵‿ this poem was inspired by the unfairness shown towards human beings, most specifically girls. dress codes stop girls from showing their skin. too much makeup leads to being called cakey, looking like a clown. if we smile, we’re too happy. frown, cry, we immediately are sensitive. not just girls, though. boys, too. they can’t cry. ever. it’s just not “manly” of them. they should be the strong ones, when sometimes all they want to do is cry and sleep and tune out the outside world. life is unfair. we can change it, though. one poem at a time. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ︵‿︵‿︵‿ everything else by on scratch. main is
