Mr, Mrs Vacker
Your daughter has always been told
She is
Pretty,
Beautiful,
Gorgeous,
Good things,
That she is a pretty thing.
Never much else.
She's just pretty.
What else would a little girl need to be.
You didn't see what you were doing.
Mr, Mrs Vacker,
You ruined your little girl.
Congratulations,
It didn't seem possible.
But you made her so easy to break,
Most people would take dark broken images to hurt,
But all it would take is one scar
On her pretty little face,
That was treated like her only good feature.
As though beautiful was the only thing she could ever be is lovely and quiet.
She wouldn't say how it broke her because then they would all say things,
Superficial,
You made her that way.
Mr, Mrs Vacker,
You shouldn't have let the world touch her like that.
Let the world teach her brothers that they could have it all,
While she had to choose,
Brains or beauty.
You taught her that she didn't deserve it.
That there was something wrong with her.
You shouldn't have played along with societies little games.
But you did.
Mr, Mrs Vacker
Why did you let her feel that pretty was an insult?
Teach here that pretty was a prison she didn't do anything to get in to.
Why didn't you tell her she was strong,
Or smart,
Or kind,
Or talented.
Why didn't you?
For her beautiful is an attack
Pretty is an insult
Gorgeous is a lie
One little flaw is the end of the world,
Because she was only ever taught that she was pretty,
Mr, Mrs Vacker
You made her feel like she deserved to be ignored
Brushed off,
Because she's not smart,
Not powerful,
She could move mountains,
Win minds,
Save the day,
All she is is beautiful,
Mr, Mrs Vacker,
Why didn't you say the right things
-CarinApril twenty sixth ,twenty eighteen