There is a five letter word we all try to reach
Because it is what is expected of us to deem
A young girl of 10 is told that she is beautiful
But even if you scream it to her a thousand times
“YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL”
“You ARE beautiful”
“YOU are beautiful”
“You are BEAUTIFUL!”
She will not believe because society tells her not to
She will roll her eyes because the boy she likes
Says that she is not his type
We grow to be the type that people would want to see
The type that they look at but never can really touch
But we mistake their aweing eyes as hands
They are not hands; they are just looking at us
They are not reaching for anything but just looking
The façade we create not the heart we have
But we mistake their awe as love
What do I have to look like to make you see?
How am I supposed to dress to make you see?
Why am I feeling this awkward?
Why do I feel if I do not meet your standards of pretty
I am not worthy of that precious, glossy label
That is printed in sugar coated words
That say you don’t have to reach certain standards
Then the next page says how to lose 10 pounds in one week
We are taught to despise ourselves
We confuse magazines as tips written in gold
We confuse the faces we see as the only ones we should have
They scream to be you because you are beautiful
But that is not really what is being told
They say the only way to reach the level of gorgeousness
Is to have a specific waistline, color of hair
And even the clothes we wear
They don’t care if you can recite every element in order
They don’t care if you can play a beautiful concerto
They only care for the name of your dress
But I will tell you this
You do not need their eyes for approval
You do not need to put effort to what they will criticize
Because the only thing wrong is their eyes
Not you or your style or your hair or your mouth
Because the only ugly thing in this world is their judgment
They scream for you to be yourself
But then you walk with their eyes of resentment
Fuck you.
So put effort because you know you are pretty
Smile with lips covered with whatever color you want
Walk in the clothes that you know you like
Do not walk in their eyes because they are not mirrors
They are not going to reflect your beauty
So don’t catch up to their levels
Because they are just staying the same place
