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Emily Whybrow Poem
over sexualise yourself
to get that boy’s attention
to make yourself feel loved
to feel pretty
to feel worthy
to appear older
to get looks
over sexualise yourself
until you get a reputation
until you no longer feel pretty without cleavage
until your image is destroyed
until you hate yourself
you over sexualise yourself
but cry yourself to sleep when they call you names
when he comments on your body
when he touched you
and yet it’s all your fault
all because you over sexualised yourself
Copyright © Emily Whybrow | Year Posted 2023
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Emily Whybrow Poem
a picture
that was all you asked for
it will only take a minute you said
just a picture i say to myself
a picture that’s all it took
that’s all you wanted
it only took a minute
that was easy i say to myself
a picture that’s all it took to ruin everything
that’s all you need
it only took a second
why did you do it i cried
just a picture that you asked for
that followed me everywhere
my friends had the picture
your friends had the picture
everyone had the picture
you ruined my life
with just one picture
Copyright © Emily Whybrow | Year Posted 2023
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Emily Whybrow Poem
failure was my best friend when i was little
she never left me alone and was always loyal
she would whisper into my ears telling me i can’t do it
11 and it’s my first day in secondary she is still here
the bigger doors, the bigger people all suffocating me,
enclosing in on my little body with a stampede of rules
and there she is right behind me whispering
13 and i’m at my first party
i'm surrounded,
crowds around me pushing me to try a sip
failure is still behind me she tells me just a sip
the sip turns into a gulp then to a glug then incomes the blackout
15 and i’m sitting my first set of mocks
again im feeling small, that suffocation is back
scribbling on the paper my head pours with irrelevant information
she sits beside me pleading to give up
16 and i’m opening my results
she creeps over my shoulder swirling around laughing in my ear
this time i ignore her
i did it i succeeded and failure didn’t help
that was the day we were no longer friends
failure used to push me for the better
but she became toxic
she picked at me, tore up my happiness and set it alight
sometimes failure still lurks around mumbling under her breath
but now success holds my hand drawing a smile from cheek to cheek
telling me i can do it
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Emily Whybrow Poem
someone took something from me that wasn’t theirs
i did not let them take it
and now i can never get it back
they held me down and took it from me
my hands behind my head
tears running down my cheeks
it’s not yours i say yet they don’t hear me
give it back i say yet they ignore my whimpers
why won’t they leave it alone?
their hands clutched around it
i started to question whether it was mine in first place
they did it with ease
walking off without an ounce of guilt
their footsteps keep me up at night
wondering whether they will come back
i live in fear scared that someone might get too close
i didn’t tell them no
but are tears and screaming not enough?
i still feel their hands on my delicate skin
i still feel their breath on my fragile neck
will they ever go away?
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he gave worth to love
no longer crying like a mourning dove
he taught me happiness
and touched me with tenderness
the calmness of his breath
had me high on meth
his eyes a beautiful shade of blue
the perfect view
his voice always so deep
all restless thoughts piled into a heap
oh how i never want this broken
he is my token
a token of my love.
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he likes brunettes but i was blonde
he likes the darkness but the sun is my favourite
he wakes up early but i like to stay up late
I dye my virgin hair. brunette now
i hide from the sun and learn to love the dark
i became a morning person, will he like me
however now he likes blondes
and loves to soak up the sun
he’s awake all night now
i changed for him
but now he prefers the way i was
why doesn’t he want me? now or then
i changed for his attention
for his love
and yet now or then
i’m still not the one
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Emily Whybrow Poem
my brother is 11 years older than me
he would read me stories and sing me songs
he taught me how to ride a bike and play guitar
but he is 11 years older than me
he is 16 out with friends, i’m 5 playing with barbie dolls
he no longer reads stories or sings me songs
because he is 11 years older than me
we are now 7 and 18
he goes on drives and gets back at 2
sometimes we play games in his room
but he’s an adult and i’m still growing up
so by the time i’m 10 his room is empty
his new house is nice but i don’t see him often
he’s 22 and announcing their pregnancy
there’s no longer a room for me to sleep in
i’m 15 with a brother 11 years older than me
i taught him to braid hair, make friendship bracelets and who justin beiber is
but he doesn’t remember that
he has a family of his own
i wish i could be a kid with him
stay up too late and eat to many sweets
but he is 11 years older than me
Copyright © Emily Whybrow | Year Posted 2024
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i can’t get up in the morning, i'm frozen
my body wont budge
my brain screams at me pleading to get out of bed
but i can’t, i’m stuck
i’m heavy and exhausted
but i somehow find a way to move
my music plays and i’m finally smiling
i do my makeup, lipgloss, concealer, blush
then my hair, beautiful blonde curls
i put on my outfit for the day
but the shorts don’t look right
and the top is too tight
then tears roll back down my cheeks
i look in the mirror and hate what i see
my entire body floods with anger
i pull at my hair
and smudge my lipgloss
i feel even worse now, so i return to bed
again,
i’m stuck
in the same position as before
it took a one tiny thing
a tiny thing and i’m frozen
for hours
rotting in my bed
the cycle repeats countless times
i’m tired and feel numb
but no one understands
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Emily Whybrow Poem
as i look into his eyes,
the eyes that used to love me
i see nothing but a blank expression
as i hear his voice,
the voice that used to calm me
i hear nothing but a monotone sound
as i smell his aftershave,
the scent that used to cling to me
i smell nothing but pain
as i feel his touch,
the skin that used to hold me
i feel nothing but emptiness
as i taste his lips,
the flavour he used to crave
i taste nothing but disgust
and now i know what it’s like,
to be in love with someone who no longer loves me.
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Emily Whybrow Poem
I hate you
i hate the way you look at me,
even more the way you look at her
i hate the way you talk to me,
even more the way you talk to her
i hate the way you treat me,
even more the way you treat her
i hate the way you touch me,
even more the way you touch her
if i’m all you want?
why do you want her
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