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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

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