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I want to create my own society Forget the one that’s already there The ideas on the pedestal of that society Only condone false comparisons, don’t care for the plight of your mothers’ sons I want to create my own society I will construct it with the broken words of the ignored I will mold it with the cries of the deplored And paint it with the bright colors of the bored We will stand in lines and sing sweet songs Finally, no one telling us that we are wrong I’ll look in the mirror and mutter “I’m beautiful” for the first time in what seems like a century They did this to me Heaven, let me be heard Why does your spirit fill the curves in these angry words Why have they taught me to loathe my own skin Begging to peal it all off, steal someone else’s, and start all over again They have taught me to loathe me, to pinch me, to poke me They wine me and dine me so someone else will out shine me They breed the superficial and put them in jars So they can burn the fuel to make the jewelry, makeup and cars There is no love of self, there is only more wealth Reach out for help Before you too lose yourself
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Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
Strong Medicine
I want to create my own society Forget the one that’s already there The ideas on the pedestal of that society Only condone false comparisons, don’t care for the plight of your mothers’ sons I want to create my own society I will construct it with the broken words of the ignored I will mold it with the cries of the deplored And paint it with the bright colors of the bored We will stand in lines and sing sweet songs Finally, no one telling us that we are wrong I’ll look in the mirror and mutter “I’m beautiful” for the first time in what seems like a century They did this to me Heaven, let me be heard Why does your spirit fill the curves in these angry words Why have they taught me to loathe my own skin Begging to peal it all off, steal someone else’s, and start all over again They have taught me to loathe me, to pinch me, to poke me They wine me and dine me so someone else will out shine me They breed the superficial and put them in jars So they can burn the fuel to make the jewelry, makeup and cars There is no love of self, there is only more wealth Reach out for help Before you too lose yourself
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erin-little
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Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
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