| Opinions on my poem please... it's about the hold society has on young women...?
Conform,
They say.
The infamous they...
Buy our perfume. Buy our clothing. Buy our gel and hairspray.
Primp,
They say,
Til’ you look like a doll.
Til’ you look nothing like you, nothing like you at all.
Look,
They say,
The infamous they.
In the mirror… don’t you see you? You look pretty today.
Be,
They say,
What society deems.
Disregard your own feelings. Disregard your own dreams.
Conform,
They say,
The infamous they…
Make us love you tomorrow.
We’ll tolerate you today.
What do you think? What would be a good title for this?
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