These things that describe us
These labels we're assigned
You can't help but wonder
Are these nicknames really mine?
This face full of confidence
This head held up high
When you try to be true
But know you need more time
It's hard to be real
With society's interventions
You'd have to be nearly perfect
To meet rising expectations
It's time to forget it all
And be your whole self
Cause if we're proud of who we are
We'll be beautiful in & out.
