Smile

“Smile”

I was told to smile because I am too pretty to not

My whole life they all wanted the same thing

Since my first time as a teenager being called hot

Since I was raised to believe I needed a king

As a child being told I would soon be pretty

As a teen being groped by many

Before being told it didn’t matter I was witty

To you my thoughts were worth a penny

I was only a kid when you took that you see

I was shocked when one time at a dance

When a total stranger happened to grab me

I was disgusted by his advance

Another time two years prior

I had a boy best friend I thought I could trust

The pain from his actions spread like a wildfire

I told him no but he said I must

He was stronger and I was not so strong

The next morning I called my friend

The pain from that night has lasted very long

A pain I’m not sure will end

“Boys will be boys”

So are we just their toys?

Things walking around for just their play

Well starting now I have something to say

Not hurting someone is not very hard

Some men will play their very last card

No boundaries, morals or even a slight rule

What they are capable of is so cruel

Dear men, it doesn’t have be like this

We could all truly live in bliss