30. Imperfect
Back in the past to few years,
I developed this complex which lived in every teenager.
It started with a charismatic girl, walking down the aisle.
I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted to be like her,
She was truly a lady with poise, calm, and composure.
She could walk in stilettoes to spread her glamour
and look, her agony was everyone's concern
And here I am grabbing eyeballs to get some attention
stuck in this relentless whirl.
I had to change as I was flawed in every other way
So I grew my hair long, bought a pink pair of sandals,
I let my hair cascade, pink sandals adorned with grace
Felt like I was rocking my summer dress, pretty with an ugly face
It was quite irritating and uncomfortable
but I carried it anyway, bore it all with an unwavering embrace.
Now I wanted to be as delightful but I know I couldn't be like her, a wild raging thunder
I was hush quite and meek with fat plum cheeks,
but she was a tempest of storm,
with a perfect body, perfect skin.
I cried and blamed myself all day long,
because I found myself so unattractive and flawed
I wept, striding along walking on the stones
Judged in every path of the road I walked
With those scrutinized eyes they watched,
they watch all of me, they wish it wasn't me.
And just as much as boys do, I liked cricket and superheroes
and I like to scream instead of always being so gentle,
It started with a charismatic girl, walking down the aisle.
I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted to be like her,
She was truly a lady with poise, calm, and composure.
She could walk in stilettoes to spread her glamour
and look, her agony was everyone's concern
And here I am grabbing eyeballs to get some attention
stuck in this relentless whirl.
I had to change as I was flawed in every other way
So I grew my hair long, bought a pink pair of sandals,
I let my hair cascade, pink sandals adorned with grace
Felt like I was rocking my summer dress, pretty with an ugly face
It was quite irritating and uncomfortable
but I carried it anyway, bore it all with an unwavering embrace.
Now I wanted to be as delightful but I know I couldn't be like her, a wild raging thunder
I was hush quite and meek with fat plum cheeks,
but she was a tempest of storm,
with a perfect body, perfect skin.
I cried and blamed myself all day long,
because I found myself so unattractive and flawed
I wept, striding along walking on the stones
Judged in every path of the road I walked
With those scrutinized eyes they watched,
they watch all of me, they wish it wasn't me.
And just as much as boys do, I liked cricket and superheroes
and I like to scream instead of always being so gentle,
such a whore being just nineteen.
They say this is not the way girls behave, they never let your voice raise.
In a world so beautiful, big and free
you are still stuck in patriarchy.
That young girl had no reason to cry, nor does that little boy
when you look in the mirror who do you see, just a mean and a bully.
It's time to sow the seeds of change,
break the chains of judgment and fear
Some have scars, of strength and struggle, it's a story
Some have cuts and bruises from the past
Some are just perfectly fine being weird
we all are perfect and imperfect in our own ways,
They say this is not the way girls behave, they never let your voice raise.
In a world so beautiful, big and free
you are still stuck in patriarchy.
That young girl had no reason to cry, nor does that little boy
when you look in the mirror who do you see, just a mean and a bully.
It's time to sow the seeds of change,
break the chains of judgment and fear
Some have scars, of strength and struggle, it's a story
Some have cuts and bruises from the past
Some are just perfectly fine being weird
we all are perfect and imperfect in our own ways,
can't we just learn to embrace to be imperfect?