This is our society,

Where beauty is seen so differently.

The thing we idealize,

the qualities that hypnotize

bodies that mesmerize

that young girls idolize

watching from their TV screens.

 

Our society on the cover of a magazine.

 

I ask: “Mirror mirror, what do you see?

When you look at me?”

Because in our society

My beauty is seen as an atrocity.

 

Natural Beauty,

A natural catastrophe.

 

This hair and these eyes,

They don’t hypnotize

I don’t mesmerize.

 

I’m a plain Jane

and I’m so tired with this game.

Spend each day looking the same

I’m going insane.

 

Aren’t you people educated?

Our models are desiccated!

Their bodies hang from their bones,

Skin sags on these crones.

 

My family says I’m beautiful

You are beautiful

I am beautiful.

 

I hear the word so often,

It’s lost its meaning

 

This world is so bogus

when it comes to focus

on the things that really mean something.

 

I want to hear it on TV.

I just want people to see

What’s so beautiful about me.

 

Is it so bad to think,

that society might link

the way someone acts with their inner beauty?

 

This is our society

Our catastrophe, our atrocity!

And we have to fix it.

 

I’ll start with me.
I love my beauty.

I love the way it defines me

how it says what I could be.
 

Because I love this hair and these eyes

I don’t need contacts and I don’t need dyes.

The man that I love agrees with me.

He doesn’t care about the way I fix my hair or the clothes I wear.

 

He loves me and my beauty

He doesn’t care about society

This is the way things should be.

 

But this is OUR society!

We need our beauty.

We need our “pretty”.

 

Young girls wave it like signs

Building shrines to the gods,

hoping for some ray of sunshine,

to come upon their face

and get rid of those nasty marks of age.

 

Why do my teeth need to be straight?

My smile was already great!

Why do I need to lose weight?

When inside of me lies the power to create.

The power to say “no!”

to those hypocrites who sow

hatred towards those who are merely “pretty”.

They need beauty.

Because this is OUR society.

 

I ask the world:

What do you see, when you look at me?

Am I pretty?

Do you see this beauty?

 

These little girls should see

That what they need

Doesn’t lie in those magazines.

 

I scream like a banshee

hoping for someone to save me

from this world that I call home.

 

When did beauty become an assignment?

Something that required refinement

and so much confinement?

 

In the ancient times

I didn’t need these rhymes

There was no need to speak my mind.

 

It was there in the cobblestone streets,

When the larger were the elites

The poor those small petites.

 

 

When did it change?

Why did we have to exchange

the past for the present?

 

 

I don’t understand

why so much has been banned.

Just for being different from this social upkeep.

 

We need to be pretty.

We need our beauty.

Because this is our society.

 

I imagine a world

Were beauty is seen as it should be.

Each pair of eyes hypnotize

and all bodies mesmerize.

 

This is how it should be.

But this is our society.