Beautiful. Pretty. Gorgeous.
The only words society ***** inward.
These people on the road to success,
Yes, they are beautiful.

Beautiful, thin, flawless.
This is how women will soon be,
Never considered anything but a doll.
Some a rag doll, other porcelain.

Pretty will always only be a describing word,
A word to describe your outer appearance.
But women today strive for that little six-letter-word.
Pretty.

Pretty is only a word with no meaning,
What is pretty?
Make up covering my face, and the “In” clothes today,
Will I then be pretty?

Beautiful, so abstract, so unidentified.
Society will tell you how to be beautiful.
Wear this, walk like this, and only say this.
Then you will be beautiful.

Merely a six letter word is pretty,
Pretty, Pretty, Pretty.
And as my syllables begin to add up,
I will soon be considered beautiful.

Walking in the shadow of other girls’ beauty.
Someday people will see beauty,
Someday people will know pure beauty.
Society must know that they were wrong.

Someday society will see that they are the ugly ones.
Pretty is no longer a word.
This word means absolutely nothing.
And I will yell  until you listen.

Beautiful. Pretty. Gorgeous.
Society, YOU were wrong about beauty.
It’s not how you appear on the outside,
But you will never know pretty.

I can not keep on going,
Knowing that my people are at risk.
And when I say my people,
I mean all people.

These people are not mine, nor yours, or theirs.
These people are people, and only people.
Quivering at the sight of you.
They stand together, my people.

And when I say my people,
I mean everyone.
America, Africa, Australia.
These people live only for people.

And these people are lost in a world so cruel,
That they are only alive for those who love them.
These people want nothing but to die.
But they hang on for those who love them.

These people are the people late at night,
You hear them, don’t pretend you don’t.
These moans, those yells, these screams
They are theirs and only theirs.

These people are no less than you,
And no greater than you could be.
These people are only people,
Struggling to survive, these people are.

And when I look at you,
I only see one thing.
You.
You are apart of my people.