Preparing herself in the early morning hours
Burning her hair into intricate curls
Taking minutes upon minutes to decide on a color of eyeliner that they'd appreciate
As the hours tick by
I have to wonder when and why
The world decided what beauty and appeal was
Washing his, hers, and all of our minds
With the ***** lies that say we aren't beautiful in our own skin
When did this happen?
Will it ever end?
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