Miss Beautiful

Miss America or Miss Beautiful?

Telling the youth to look like this or that.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect little, round thighs.

Large eyes, little nose, straight teeth.

Don't look like that?

It's okay they've got a fix.

A little surgery there, make-up here, dye there, contacts, and braces.

No one notice if you look a little artificial.

After all, it is the new natural. 

But wait, who is this?

A dark-eyed, tanned-skin, brunette miss?

Doesn't meet the standards... But who can deny her beauty?

No one, not her, not you, not I.

Clearly, we've got it wrong and she's just here to prove it.

Because Barbie isn't the only pretty person.

No, she's just one in a sea of billions.

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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