Pretty privilege is my enemy
It makes me question my identity
It’s the reason I wake up each morning
Straighten my hair
while thinking, Why is life so unfair?
It’s the reason I put two dots of concealer
to cover my dark
circles everyday
and I step on the scale to see how much I weigh
After all, it’s the pretty privilege
that I hold a grudge against.
Jaslene V • Mar 6, 2024 at 2:13 pm
Omg i can’t believe this
Its the best poem i ever read…
So good i had to write a poem about it…
This poem is great
Ive been reading since 8
It makes me smile each time
The flow the message and the rhyme
I havent seen another poem as good as this
And when its gone it’ll be truly missed