Mother of Me

Regulations of expectations

Altering my perception

Of individuality and expression 

I apologize that this body of mine 

Isn't what society thinks is divine

Sorry that my breasts aren't capacious 

I beseech for forgiveness but my natural development is out of control 

I am flat like the ancient belief of our beloved planet Earth

Our sexual predators have a desire for meat, but I am thin and fragile 

Rejection is agony, and my feeble bones have cracked, like the wild child inside my mind with dreams of felicity

I apologize for my non-protruding bottom, as I preferably keep my secrets in my brain than in my ass

But the pressure of possessing perfection is flawed 

And the taunts and teases, overwhelming with awe, are just too much 

I am not poor but the luxury I will acquire will not be consumed in transparent plastic sacs of failed promises 

We are told to reach for our full potential 

But the filthy minds of common day people are branding my soul 

I do not care what you think, as opinions are not truthful

Do not judge a book by its cover, as not all girls with plump butts have big brains 

Level of success is not measured by the volume of the feminine figure 

But by the love in one's withered heart 

We are trapped by temptation through the screen

Injections and implants, and all in between

Little girls should not play with needles, because we'll get hurt 

Piercing our skin, and piercing our minds

We are simply searching for the divine

When we grow up, we will forget what genuine beauty really means

When we grow up, we will simply forget

These are the moments I will reminisce 

And for me, this era is not blissful 

My body falls limp thinking of the peak humanity has reached 

I admit I complain of insignificant things, 

But the pure child inside of me will always sing