Not Your Pretty Doll, a poem by Drem

The recording might be really flat. I haven’t slept. I might re-record it when I’m not druggy and sleep deprived.

 

Not Your Pretty Doll, a poem by Drem

August 3, 2016

“Go back to your

models.

Go back to your

models.

I don’t feel like being pressured

to look like a manufactured

pretty doll.

I have real breasts and cellulite.

I bite my nails and have general anxiety.

I’m not confident in the least.

So go back to your models.

The pretty, photoshopped girls.

I don’t feel like being pressured,

at the moment,

to look like a manufactured

pretty doll.

I can’t fake my smiles when I’m sad.

My eyes aren’t blue and I never feel safe.

I can’t edit out my depression.

I take pills to live and that’s no way to live- I get it.

So go back to your models.

Go back to your models.

I don’t feel like being pressured,

what so ever,

to look manufactured

like one of your pretty dolls.”

 


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