We're only beautiful
when we don't have a voice
We're only beautiful
when we don't have a mind
We're only beautiful
when we don't show emotions
We're only beautiful
when we follow a role that never was
We're only beautiful
when we're not seen
We're only beautiful
when we can't love
We're only beautiful
when we can't feel
We're only beautiful
when we lack individuality
We're only beautiful
when we've lost our humanity
We're only beautiful
when we're not ourselves
We're only beautiful
when we are caged and displayed
We're only beautiful
when we're underneath
Underneath the pain,
the politics,
and the peace
Underneath the love,
the laughter,
and the light
Underneath something that was never really there to begin with
But still seems to hold more power than all of our efforts combined over the last few hundred years
We are still bound to the chains of the past
That many have claimed we broke free from long ago
The truth is
We've taken a huge step backwards
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