The Girl Rant

Don’t expect me to love you, Dear Media

Cuz what have you done for me? Except make me feel ugly

Don’t expect me to love you, Dear Body of Mine

Cuz what have you done for me? Except break all the rules of Cosmo Magazine

What do you think of your girls who’ve got eating disorders?

And what do you think of your girls who’ve got low self-esteem?

Knowing nothing about liking who they are

Only Knowing about being beauty queens

What does that say about you? / What does that say about me?

When we’re all dressed the same way

And we wear make-up as religiously as we breathe

Ah the conventions of being a teenager locked up in your own restrictions kneeling on the floor in servantry to attention, degradation and skankification thank you my culture shock I’m going to rip that blindfold off i am finished bowing down, now i'm stripping down, stripping off all the dirt that i took from your deceiving, mutilating, lie-bleeding, brainwashing hands you covered me in mud from my head to my toes but you will never touch my soul you made the shoes i wore to run away from the real things, the natural things, the only things we'll remember in the end i have oceans of moments, emotions colliding and driving me higher than all of this plastic programmed blindness

girls look, you're out of your shell discover yourself you're not covered in everything they've tried to tell you about how to live and dress and act they can't control you don't you know that Britney Spears is not supposed to be the entity of everything a teenaged girl should be?

these are such pre-planned images that you are just following you're swallowing everything like you've never seen anything else before like this is all you've ever been exposed to you chose to, but it seems you didn't even know you had a choice, had a brain, had a voice

you all look the same this is your life, it's not a game but you're playing it out like it is like you can win some plastic trophy, some plastic barbie doll cosmo magazine is your bible, girl

all i can see are your hip-hugger jeans, you're cleavage 14 years old and there's no trace of any goals except the holes in your head all decorated with mascara like this era in your life is defined by your eye liner and the sexual attention that you beg for, not to mention all the pain your heart must go thru just to pull thru in this game of social contest social conquest social expectancy social acceptance i see only money on your body just to try to fit into something that doesn't really even exist we just make it so to feel like we fit into this teenage world this teenaged girl world this teenaged girl world that we can turn into the personal, then united revolution of females across our nation standing in opposition to this media degradation these social constrictions saying that all women are packed with beautiful emotions breathing and in motion brave and outspoken telling ourselves and the world around us that we know we are worth it and you should be proud of us born from the greatest earthly pain of our mothers

bloomed into creatures unlike any other with ideas and feelings been thru rough times and healing analysing and dealing with the issues we are presented with and indented with joyously in the end as sisters and friends daughters and lovers we are the mothers of human life on this planet we are every woman that's fought for equal rights we are every woman that's been a beaten wife we are every woman that's stood up and proved herself we are every teenaged girl insecure and unsure trying to figure out who she is all the while with the strength to give birth to give life to our race and we should see no reason to cover our faces with lipstick and eyeliner self-tanners and sparkly shiners because we shine already with our natural female essence without having to pull up our pants every 10 seconds and glancing down to make sure our boobs aren't coming out of our low cut skanky ass shirts

we don't need to call out to the boys with our bodies flaunting our asses hoping they will come running because we are women, and they can't define us it's the processes we go thru and lessons we find in the experiences we have, and how we approach the world whether excited, positive, timid or unsure life always throws things at us to consider of all different subjects, different concepts, different pictures

and as long as we know that there's more to this place than putting our bodies on sale and painting our faces than getting guys to think we're hot to make us feel like we're worth it cause what do they know anyways they've got censored emotions and penises to deal with they've got fake images to live up to, too so let's let them figure out for themselves that they don't have to be 2pac or Tom Cruise or that guy from Greenday or Toby McGuire in the mean time ladies, let's figure out who we are thru experiences, laughter, trials, and triumphs failures and scars, organization and chaos

because we can do anything, and we don't need rules to tell us how to dress act, how to be girls we just are, and we're here together they can try to tell us how but it is our own mothers who gave us our life and therefore our freewill to choose how we really want to do things to choose how we really want to fill up these spaces of opportunity, of feeling and voice it is not the social conventions that can tell us that it is not the media that makes that choice so don't think that this is all that there is and that this is how you have to be open up your mind to as much as you possibly can and embrace who you can possibly call, "me"

Yes, i have oceans of moments, emotions colliding and driving me higher than all of this plastic programmed blindness