You see those girls dressed up like Barbie dolls
Those boys who need to be stronger than they are
Controlled by media
Or the need for approval
But I'm not like them-
That's a lie
We are all the same
We're only looking in a mirror of different faces
He/she/they
We/you/us
Just want to feel beautiful
Beautiful
I may not wear those dresses-
Or hold pom-poms in my hand
But I lace up my boots and dream of the day
I will be allowed to wear lipstick the same color as my hair-
Dyed to every color under the sun
I just want to learn to look in the mirror
We are all the same
We're only looking in a mirror of different faces
He/she/they
We/you/us
Just want to feel beautiful
Beautiful
We all hate the media
It rules over us
So why does it exist?
Regardless of gender there are people dying of starvation-
Done by their own hand
We are all the same
We're only looking in a mirror of different faces
He/she/they
We/you/us
Just want to feel beautiful
Beautiful
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My Letters to the World
PoetryEmotions. We all have them even though sometimes we may want to get rid of them. We've all been confused by them, maybe some more than others. Or maybe we're just confused all the time. This is my story. The story of a girl just trying to get throu...
