Cut and Paste

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


this poem is giving a slight insight in how society's expectations can begin influencing the next generation at a very young age. how perspective can change you wholly if we accept it, if we accept
the change in our hearts and the way we perceive ourselves.

Submitted: August 26, 2018

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I once read a set of words and it made me think, "Changing your figure makes you more beautiful" and I once started to believe. When I was in kindergarten I remember cutting magazines, and although I wiped my hands clean of scraps, I never washed society's lies off my sleeves. I caught a glimpse of global conflict, society's expectations, pecan pie, thin waist, and lip injections. That somehow these things were a working part of perfection. At that point I didn't see the world the same. I realized that I was the one that needed to change. You know fixing and cleaning things helped me cope; or stay sane. I grew a habit, of fixing the rotten or cleaning the unnecessary things. I sometimes took them apart and investigated how they worked but forgot how they went, and eventually forgot their worth. Am I just like that? Is my intelligence dissected and separated to be judged separately. How worthy am I? Is my looks not as equal as what I carry in my mind? I cut a piece of me off the picture and glued on that ideal waist. I'm ever so young and already developed a tired face. I frantically take the whiteout and cover my imperfect, "No this time I have to erase." I'm still working on this, I'm still a work in progress. I look down at the final product and almost forget the glitter! It gives me temporary confidence. As I present it to the teacher I say, "I tried my best..." She stares at it with pity and says, "Jasmin, what a mess..." I once read a set of words and it made me think. "Changing your figure makes you more beautiful" and I once believed. Beauty isn't looks, that will always fade. It isn't clothing, it's the way your skin has many shades. Beauty is the way you laugh and smile at your terrible jokes. It's where you finally realize there is more than just night and day. Beauty is the day you decide to put Cut and Paste away. Beauty is you. In every single way. I once read a set of words. This time I chose to not believe. Only a set of words remain, will you?


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