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Dear society,

This is a plea

From a broken girl

In this damaged world

A girl who never had the chance

To be herself in fear of being rejected

Cast aside for not following the public norms

This is a plea

For God's sake society

A girl's body is not a toy

A piece of material to be passed around and thrown to the ground

To be torn and beaten

Bruised black and blue- bleeding through

Her very being

A person's dreams

Are not shared to be downgraded for being

Too childish, unachievable, and unrealistic

And yet- the sky is the limit?

For God's sake society

Suicide is not a joke

Out of the eight hundred thousand children that take their lives

Or tried and failed to succeed

How much blood covers your hands

Just because you joked around when you don't understand

That girl fights at home

The real reason she's always alone

Is cuz she's scared

Scared of someone seeing her vulnerable

Since the pressure says crying is for the weak

Wearing long sleeves to hide her scarred over scars

Going through life where everything is bleak

Dear God society

This is a plea

Since when was suffering admirable

Five foot seven a hundred and ten pounds

Curvy figure and pale skin

So perfect- so society says

She's dying!

But you wouldn't know

It doesn't matter just look at her figure!

Toxic build up in her body at five years old

Anorexia at ten- bulimia at fifteen

How much longer until it's finally seen

Her ribs jutting from her sides

Held in place

By only the pale paper mache they call her skin

For God's sake society!

Is there really a reason

For labels and names to organise people in boxes like street signs saying what goes in which direction

Piling on a thick cloud of shame and hate

Just because of the kind of person we want to be and date

Dear God society!

This was a plea

Isn't it clear?

Things in this era are more than they appear

On the surface; - we're all people here

Playing this game of what society says goes

Cookie-cutter impressions of the human race

Anything different would be a disgrace

When can we act like people and stop moving out of fear

Of things we can't control