this is what makes us girls

girls shame girls.

if a girl is now able to feel comfortable loving her own skin, why is she made to feel like she’s obligated to rub it up against someone else’s? 

girls frame girls

if one makes a mistake, its now all of our burden? 

if the show must go on, would one rip open the curtain? 

she helps line your lips but does that make you certain,

that she wont open hers if it means she’d be guerdoned?

is the hatred between girls the strongest of all? 

for one to climb, another must fall?

behind the pink perfume bottles and pretty faces,

is the familiar envy they’ve all been tasting. 

no matter their smiles, they beguile with their graces.

their iniquitous thoughts slip though their braces.

girls tame girls

“well its not all about looks” one girl says to another.

does that make her feel better, or like she’s been slaughtered?

a girl denies an others beauty, to preserve her own.

though they all carry beauty, 

why does one need the throne?

girls are girls

our hair tangles and knots and falls out of our head.

we all lie and we cry, wish we were each other instead.

while we fuel off of resentment and gossip and untruth,

we are ready to burst, for we are filled with ruth.

girls will be girls.

though they’re taught to get off on each others demise,

they have more than one layer,

of love they’re comprised.

(Author & Art by Angelina Zaphyria)