You tell her these hurtful lies.
She wants to be like these models, you should see how hard she tries.
Natural beauty is what she used to believe in.
I'm tryna tell her, dont fit in.
You call her fat, so she starves herself.
I hope she knows she damaging her health.
Ugly- is what you say she looks like.
So she puts on pounds of makeup just to feel right.
Instead, she ends up looking like a clown.
I just shake my head and frown.
Months past, snow falls.
She's getting skinnier and abnormal, it's just bad overall.
Beautiful- somebody tell her she is please.
I'm begging you getting down on my knees.
I hope she will eventually get the picture,
Or this may actually be her last beautiful winter.
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El Libro de Poemas
Poetryi just put al the poems i posted on here into one book...so here ya go....