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I've been told There is more than enough of me But will I ever be enough? Worth is not measured by body mass In fact, It seems nearly the opposite. Worth is measured by how much You are willing to lose yourself To conform with society. You once were a mitten When you emerged from your mother's womb Perfectly and intricately woven With no other quite like you. You loosely resembled our culture's standards Based on the actions of your superiors. As you evolved into a young person Your peers seem to sneer So you change your clothes Change your hair Maybe then they'll like you Maybe then you'll be okay You become a latex glove Each one the same Skin tight and molded to fit Society's overbearing fingers. You lost yourself As the words "Too fat" "Too ugly" And "Worthless" Penetrated your impressionable mind And so now It would seem That you are perfect for Our army of robots One by one Marching to the media's drum Same song over and over again So make the choice Tell yourself that whether Your mental and physical densities Happen to be subpar Or if they are more than enough That you are enough For you.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Self-Worth
I've been told There is more than enough of me But will I ever be enough? Worth is not measured by body mass In fact, It seems nearly the opposite. Worth is measured by how much You are willing to lose yourself To conform with society. You once were a mitten When you emerged from your mother's womb Perfectly and intricately woven With no other quite like you. You loosely resembled our culture's standards Based on the actions of your superiors. As you evolved into a young person Your peers seem to sneer So you change your clothes Change your hair Maybe then they'll like you Maybe then you'll be okay You become a latex glove Each one the same Skin tight and molded to fit Society's overbearing fingers. You lost yourself As the words "Too fat" "Too ugly" And "Worthless" Penetrated your impressionable mind And so now It would seem That you are perfect for Our army of robots One by one Marching to the media's drum Same song over and over again So make the choice Tell yourself that whether Your mental and physical densities Happen to be subpar Or if they are more than enough That you are enough For you.
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jfrank0816
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
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