Flowers & Lace

In the summer of 2020, I had rekindled my love for the art of literature and poetry, and delved right into to a hopefully everlasting phase of writing poetry. Usually, I only focused my poetry skills on school assignments and never actually decided to explore beyond my academics to write poetry till that summer. This poem is one of the first poems I have written that are not tied to school at all, which is a huge milestone for me. It actually inspired one of my Pinterest boards (if you know me personally, you know how much I value Pinterest) and as said prior is one of my inspirations for this blog. It's based off a character in a short story my friend had written, and I mixed it with the "Heather" trend on tiktok. Since it was my first poem, it had some rough edges and grammatical errors that needed to be fixed which is exactly what I did. So here is flowers & lace: revised! Hope you enjoy <4

ps: read it in a poetry tone, its the only way it sounds nice 😭

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flowers and lace

is what they say they’re made of

the pretty girls with a pretty face

you know the girls who put the whole world to a stop

when they do nothing but just talk

their laugh is easy to trace

it always puts a smile on your face

they enter the room with pride

but with every stride

why do they hide

hide their emotions, their thoughts, their feelings

are they worried it’s not appealing?

they're all perfect, they're everything you want to be. s

i guess it’s just hard to admit

that maybe, just maybe, theyre perfect

but what if im correct?

maybe i’m going too in-depth

i know im wrong dont waste your breath

but i can’t help but wonder

moments like these put me in a place of ponder?

puts me in a place of thought

a place of distraught

you know i ask “how do i become a girl made of flower and lace”

they look at you and laugh at your face

they just know, you will never be first place

you then proceed to ask so if im not pretty

what can i be?

what are some good qualities of me

they tell you

“the only thing good about you is your brain”

but that’s not the same

its not the same as

having boys fall with grace

every-time they gaze at your face

they don’t understand

what it feels like to be made of sand

every-time you think youve got someone

they let you slip through their hands

beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

yes I am aware

but where is the beholder who sees my beauty

i can never compare

to the girl with beautiful eyes

and an oxford winning smile

to the girl with beautiful hair

who can take control of you with just one glare

to the girl with natural fox eyes

as beautiful as the midnight sky

i wonder if when they look at their body do they cringe

are they taken aback, are they unhinged?

are they worried if their back profile is nice

are they worried if their side profile is nice

but you just know they’re self enticed

they smell like fresh-picked honey

and theyre desired just like money

with the absolute best curls

and people ask how can you hate these girls?

you cant. and that agitates me.

theyre all perfect, theyre everything you want to be.

you know i don’t know how many times im gonna say this

but i hate the girls made of flower and lace

as they make us compete for first place