i’ve always been a pretty girl-
and that’s what people remember
long eyelashes fluttering above my almond eyes
wrists so delicate you’re afraid to touch them because
they’ll snap at any sudden movement
cheekbones so defined they’re almost hollow
“you’re so lovely,” they would say
lovely
and i never understood how they could miss the fire
smouldering out of my fingertips
or the way i trained my voice to be strong even when
my throat closed up and i couldn’t get enough
air in my body to speak without struggling
my intelligence was overlooked even though i joined
into their heated conversation about politics and
my points were articulated so much more eloquently than
any of the entitled men at the table
“lovely,” he said, as he ran his fingers up my thigh
as if looking lovely is an invitation
and i know people like to touch pretty things but
they should never mistake a poisonous flower for
being just pretty when
caressing her petals will burn you inside out
i was told my beauty was a gift but why do i
feel like i’m trapped in a body that everyone wants to look at
except me because i want to show them my mind instead and
why does being beautiful mean that a woman is not
taken seriously even when i have
ideas that could build an empire
lovely
they sprinkle me with rose water and
feed me nectar in hopes that i’ll be
sweeter and
maybe even softer
that i’ll turn into the girl they want me to be
the one who severs her vocal chords and swallows her dignity
so that when she opens her mouth and tries to form
the words she’s forgotten how to speak
it isn’t her voice that comes out at all
lovely
i come from a long line of lovely women
who feel the need to shrink themselves down in order to
make space for people who don’t deserve it
and their stories get lost because their voices have
been lost and maybe that’s why
when people talk to me about my physical appearance
i feel grateful
of course it’s nice to be called beautiful by
a boy with soft eyes and a heartbeat that seems
to align perfectly with yours
i’ve always been a pretty girl but sometimes
i wish people would look at me and say
“you’re inspiring,” or
“you make me want to be better,” or
“i love the way you think,” and so
i’ll work until i am remembered for so much more
than being just
lovely
this post stems from the gift and the curse that is beauty. for years now, the one thing people remember about me is my physical appearance, and i’ve grown accustomed to equating my beauty to my worth. it is one of the only things i constantly seek validation for, and one of the only things i wish i could disregard. i so badly want people to see me as more than just “lovely”, when i know i am so much more than the surface level interactions individuals have with me. i hope that one day people will call me resilient, strong, intellectual and powerful before they call me beautiful or lovely, but most of all, i hope one day i can see myself as more than lovely.
Alysha, this is absolutely beautiful, and so inspiring! Personally, I think that this would help and inspire any young woman struggling to find her voice, to speak out.
Never stop writing!
Thank you so much Sheema! I adore you and your writing, I’m so glad you found this piece inspiring <3
Alysha, I love this so much. You do such an fantastic job of talking about the things most people try to ignore, but you do it so beautifully that it doesn’t hit you hard until you are already invested in the poem. Amazing job!
tiana, thank you so much for your comment! i’m glad you enjoyed the actual issue i was writing about because i think it’s important to talk about the pressures that come along with being a woman without fear or judgement. i also love the style of your writing and will definitely be looking at your blog soon.
xo