Beauty.

 

My name is beauty

My name means to be thin pretty and tall

Theres more to me than you think.

See, I’m that number you see on the scale every morning

I am the voice in your head telling you not to eat tonight

I am that gap between you legs, society tells you need.

I am the thing every girl tries so hard to achieve

Fore my name is beauty

and I need to change.

 




 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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