They rip our seams
Looking for skin to see
Judging our being
For their very own greed

Wounded we are
Comparing our scars
Who is the beautiful Girl
No one shall ever know

She’s consumed in the conventional ways
Becoming a doll for one to play
A malleable soul
Waiting to break

The pressures of society peak
The next target yet to be seen

Start them young
Shape their mind
Show them what beauty means

Thin, tall, domesticated, white
Are these the standards taught?
Look at the beautiful models walk
That’s what they want
You to become.