Stormy

Simon\'s Society

I sit for hours, scrolling through an endless void of beauty

Wishing I was the beauty standard.

The desire to claim such beauty has weighed me down

Like gravity it pulls me through this orbit of insecurity

The need for a Small waist

The longing for a Big chest

The desire to be admired

All caused by men

 

Men really are simple creatures

They want what they want, it’s as simple as that

Women must be thick but not too thick

Women should be skinny but not too skinny

Women must dress nicely

But don’t show your curves or else you asked for it.

After all, clothes are consent.

 

I like to call America, Simons society

A place where u wish you were dead

Eyes surround you and the world is flipped

Sit their and look pretty, but keep your mouth zipped

Death becomes paradise, as life transforms to hell

In death, you can be yourself

No need to be pretty

In life, beauty is all

Everything broadcasted

For the world to watch

I feel so small

In comparison to this price

The price of restriction

The price of constriction

The price of affliction

I’ll pass, I’m ready for paradise

I announce my eviction

 

Now allow me to introduce Simon

 

I am Simon.

I am society.

I am man.

I control your body and your choices.

Let’s play a game!!

Simon says!!

Simon says: Sit up straight

Simon says:smile

Now,

Simon says: Don’t be provoking

Simon says: Don’t be reserved

Simon says: Don’t love yourself

Simon says: Don’t hate yourself

Now,

Simon says: Be happy

Why are you not happy?

I said be happy.

You are not listening to what I said.

I am Simon, I am a man, I control you.

I am Simon, I am man, I am society, and I rule you.

You will never be happy because I own you.

 

This is a patriarchy

We live in a world ruled by men

Men who travel the world seeking glory

Conquering women’s bodies like their land filled of gold and beauty

But they fail to read the full story

My soul and heart is far more valuable

Than a body like gold

But they are not interested of being told

The story of a woman

The depth of her chapters

Engraved in the pages but these traits do not matter   

For to them a body of art is worth every bit of gold

 

I am Jenna.

I do not catch myself admiring my beauty in the mirror.

Simon has taken that away from me.

Men have taken that away from me.

Society...has taken that away from me.

I will never be happy with my size or weight or face.

How can I?

I’m trapped in this box of shame and resentment

As this world shapes me to be dependent

Dependent on their standards

Of how our bodies should form

I become stranded

Loosing myself in the storm

 

As long as we continue to keep this starvation mindset

That beauty is pain

Simon will always control us

Suck in, don’t eat

Don’t breathe, don’t speak

You are a puppet for mens enjoyment

Don’t forget where you live

This is America

The country of freedom for men, not women