When Will I?


After the makeup is removed
And the heels are put back in their box.
After the tight clothes are thrown into the bucket
Of dirty laundry
I look in the mirror and wonder
When will I
Stop trying
When will I
Be pleased with how I look
When will I
Stop starving myself just to fit into a pair of jeans
When will I
Stop trying to change myself
When will I
Be good enough?
And in that moment I can hear society
Screaming at me after asking that
"Never!" It screams
As it throws vanity magazines my way
"Be more like her!"
Like a slave I sit down and take notes
I look outside at the blue sky
When will I.....
Be free?

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