Societal Expectations

What command shall I receive today?

Which role shall I play?

The proud, curvy brown-skinned princess?

Or the short, flat chested nervous wreck?

What the hell do you want from me?

What shall I take from your endless killing spree?

Your message is fucking loud but its not fucking clear.

Eat, eat, eat

Diet, diet, diet

In one moment you preach acceptance

Then in the next cry for nothing less than perfection

Love yourself, enjoy

Improve yourself, killjoy

You make this a hard world to live in

For a woman, for a man, children

Who only want contentment

But this push and pull treatment

Only leads us into resentment

With ourselves, with society

Is it really a wonder why this world is consumed with anxiety?

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