Beginnings Poem by Tiana Tucker

In the beginning we never eally care.
Anything is everything, and it all goes anywhere.
Life's so simple
When we all have dimples.
But we grow,
And they turn into pimples.
Now,
We know that when things have crimples
We must use an iron to make it all smooth.
Because wrinkles aren't cute,
On clothes, on you.
In you.
In your demeanor.
Go to therapy, let's make you cleaner.
To fit into world,
Be like the other girls,
Here let's give you curls.
You have to be presentable
Just so he can mention you.
Have his fun, leave you down.
Because conformity made you trench -able.
But maybe it's a sign, you're getting dimples again.
Just like the ones you had, when it was so simple then.
Well, maybe not. (these dimples are on your thighs)
And if you stayed how you were at the beginning,
Would it have led to your demise?