Base and foundation,
Gloss and lipstick,
Eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner.

Am I pretty enough yet?

A hundred and eighty pounds,
Bigger clothes,
Strange looks from the people around me.

Am I pretty enough?

Smile,
No winkles,
Lose more weight,
Put down that sandwich,
Thigh gaps and skeletons are in.

Am I pretty enough?

Love yourself,
You like yourself?
You must be a Bitch.
Go and die, skank.
Razorblades and scars,
Attention seeker.
You're to skinny eat.

Am I pretty enough?

You like boys?
Whore.
You like girls?
Freak.

Am I pretty enough?

You where mugged and raped,
They hate you because you can't care for the child and you know it.

Am I pretty enough?

They want perfection,
They want peace in the world.
They want more money.

Am I pretty enough?

Wars and threats,
Food and gas,
Are on the rise,
Someone else stand up.
I'm not alone I know.
Cowards.
Conspiracy.

Am I pretty enough?

The ones looking out the window at the hospital,
Children who can't walk,
And won't live much longer.
And a little girl holding her brothers hand as they beg on the side of the street cry out:

"Am I Pretty Enough?"