Artist Statement
"I believe that society raises young girls to covet relationships without actually teaching them how to function within them, ultimately leading them to tolerate and expect toxic behavior out of men. This poem is about a girl navigating her first relationship and, through it, teaching herself how she deserves to be loved."
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"Closed Doors" by Parker Fenady
I’m the jealous type
Made this way on purpose, you’re not satisfied
When the game you made to get me got you cast aside
‘cause I couldn’t take a chance on those wandering eyes
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And it’s killing me
The way you’re in my thoughts when I eat, sleep, and breathe
Your voice inside my head its conditioning
‘cause you’re the first thing that I ever knew
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Am I happier now?
The firsts feel like the lasts because you let me down
Stuck inside the past and you won’t let me out
I’m drowning now, struggling to breathe.
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On the cloudy days
Wondering what I did to make you want to stray
Groveling on my knees please don’t walk away
If I hold you tighter now will we be okay?
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‘til there is nothing left
But lies and answers that I know I’ll never get
You broke me without even breaking sweat
Your over me but I’m not quite done with you yet
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Was it worth the fight?
To show you I deserved you every Friday night?
Being honest I knew it was never right,
No, never quite, Just wanted to be loved—
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But I know now it was never love with us.
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They should have told me that
The closed doors should be like the open ones
That these days romancing were just for fun
And giving up on you is not putting me down.
Closed Doors
By Parker Fenady