Standards
[I don’t know how I feel about this …but it’s definitely something out of my comfort zone. Not my best though I’m sorry]
There once was a circle in the lang of the shapes
But standards remain. Girls, there are no escapes
But every where she went she saw triangles you see
From the girls on television to each magazine
“Why don’t I look like them” she started to ask
And hating her body became her next task
She looked in the mirror and gave a small frown
She was much too short and her stomach too round
Just cause she didn’t look like the triangles she’d seen
Although she was perfect she hated her body
There once was a triangle in the land of the shapes
But insecurities remain. There are no escapes
She looked in the mirror. She felt like a stick
Much too tall and flat as a brick
She longed for the curves of the girl from the street
Like that beautiful circle. Wouldn’t that just be neat.