Like The Other Girls

This was a spoken word poem that I wrote and performed in front of my class, this was the final assignment to end our poem(?) unit. (Poem is also based off of my own personal thoughts)

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Whenever I go home, Whatever I do wrong.

Whenever I breathe; yell; "talk back"

All my father tells me is that I'm talking smack.

The way I speak, the way I dress.

The way my posture is just gives me stress.

He always compares me to the other girls,

Well,

I'm not like the other girls.

I'm different, I'm unique.

But that doesn't stop the blood,

The mental cuts inside my head, the crying weeping flood.

It's all inside my head I tell myself,

It's all inside my head.

Echoing, mocking me, filling me up with dread.

And pain, the sorrow,

My fears for tomorrow.

What's next? What's to come?

Next education, upcoming future, my heart pounds like a drum.

It beats.

It pounds.

It thumps.

It's calling out.

A ringing phone where is it coming from? Oh, up here.

Racing thoughts in within my head.

Have you stopped once to ever tell me

"I love you dear"?

But no you don't.

You criticize me like I'm some joke.

All I wanted was your affection, your attention.

Instead I get a parental command along with isolated detention.

It's a detonation,

A sensation,

A god forsaken frustration.

I'm sick...

I'm tired.

I'm not some robot you can hot-wire.

I am me.

I am myself.

You shout and compare me to the other girls,

But can't you see??

All those girls are different,

Shape,

Colour,

Size,

Ethnicity.

All those girls are different, just like me.