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A Spoken Word: Tell Me I'm Pretty



Pretty little girl,
Those were the words her parents always say
And she's beautiful and she shines
And she knows that she's radiant and stunning
And that she's always breath-taking but why?
Why can't she seem to see?
She can't seem to accept that eyeshadows are just illusions
And mascaras are just diversions
That blushers are elusive
And foundations are no foundation, they're not
They're not concrete
And they break
And sometimes, they are fake
And with too much, you can lose
Yourself
You can lose who you are and your idea of who you are
And who you will become to be
And between you and I are just another set of standards
Tampered and programmed and manipulated by society
The majority
And your insecurity
Fuels your irrationality to become nothing but a girl
A girl who asks for something along the lines of
Tell Me I'm Pretty


This was a poem I wrote during my first semester of Certificate IV in Graphic Design. It was supposed to be a stop-motion photography, but I just can't help myself. The poem goes well with the concept so the only logical thing to do was to incorporate it with the final product. Hopefully, I did it with some justice. What do you think?

Until next time...

ZIA

Zia Dadis

Zia created belvedin.co to help and guide international students as they embark on their journey to a foreign land. These are her letters for her younger self and the teachings she aims to impart to her readers and to the community she hopes to build.

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