"Whats Wrong?" A Poem
A Reflection of Media's Influence on Young Women
My natural state
Basic place
Neutral face
Oh huh?
Wait
There’s nothing wrong.
What do you mean?
Guess I’m just too far gone
To see how the
Media-induced
Stereotypical
Lipstick
Eyeliner
Blemish free
Pastel pink
Not me
Is who I have to be.
Tell me….
Who are you today?
Oh I see
You wanna be that
Barbie doll
Pop star
No one but a mockstar
Fangirl
Drama queen who always seems to get the scenes
Drop dead “gorgeous?”
Die-hard follower
Of someone who is
Just a
TV
Music
Movie personality
Written
Scripted
Airbrushed
Actress
Who caused you to ask me
What’s wrong?
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Em Marshall
Freelance Writer, Animal lover and pet mom! I currently work walking dogs and as a freelance writer and webcomic artist!
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By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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