pageant queen

The grocery store line used to tell me they’re mine

They said that bodies aren’t made with my design

Someone once whispered that I’m really thicker

I still wonder why and what made me so different

The make up stains on a white shirt never go away

How could something so simple ruin your whole day?

I don’t believe you will love what I’ve had to give up

I just want someone to say that I am finally enough

The words in my head are nothing but mean

But I never wanted to be a pageant queen

So why do you hate the reflection you see?

Let go of the standards you had at sixteen

My body was a witness to my scream

I closed my eyes and began to dream