Society
Everyday society finds,
Any way to change our minds
About clothes and looks,
And drugs and books,
And how to defy our own kind.
But when we think
We realize that they have no actual link
To the real beauty of what’s inside
We all look different,
Whether big or small
We are beautiful in our own little ways.
What makes us up aren’t insults and scorn,
But compliments and loving words.
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