by Rakeda Akasha
Thirteen years olds,
The turning point in her life
Days from here on out,
Filled with grief and strife
People in her ear telling
Her what to believe
The distortion in her mirror,
She begins to believe
Constantly analyzing her body
Trying to shift forms
Her ideas of art and beauty,
Like paper, are torn
Glued back together with a
Glue named “Pressure”
Causing her to believe that her
State of mind is unsure
Blotting her ideas out and
Replacing them with shame
Ideas covered in “Pressure”
Attract bad press to her name
Now her reflection looks
Worse and worse everyday
Causing her to again
Question her ways
“Pressure” is coming out with
Sister companies too
“Drugs”, “Sex”, “Dating” and “Friends”
Are the names of the new glues
“Friends” start off the spiral,
Putting lies in her head
Then comes “Dating” to
Get her open to use
Last come “Sex” and
She becomes loose
This downward spiral
Leaves her torn and battered
Until she realizes her worth
And leaves her old mirror shattered
