Cat calls and whistle. <br />The only thing I hear <br />As I walk down the street. <br /> <br />Girls telling me he only likes me, <br />Because of the size of my chest. <br />And my pretty face. <br /> <br />They say it just to be mean, <br />But there words cut deep. <br />Deeper then the cuts on my wrists. <br /> <br />People are amazed when I talk. <br />Because they see my face, <br />And cant believe I’m smart. <br /> <br />There stereotypes hurt. <br />They hurt more then the bruises <br />That I inflict upon myself. <br /> <br />We live in a world where pretty girls <br />Can never be smart <br />And men abuse with eyes and words. <br /> <br />I feel I stand alone, <br />In my fight for equality <br />And alone I fall. <br /> <br />I have admitted my defeat. <br />And I live a life of idiotic stupidity. <br />Only for the enjoyment of many.<br /><br />lilly mandrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-girls-aint-smart/
