Society
I wear a size seven,
you want me to be a three.
Forget what you say.
This is real, this is me.
I wear a size large,
you want me to be a small.
You think 5'1" is too short,
but i think 6'3" is too tall.
You tell me that I'm "ugly,"
that I'm "fat," that I'm "mean."
You want me to be "pretty,"
to be "skinny," to be "lean."
You beat and you pressure,
you break us down to the floor.
But we all have something special,
and you're not worth dying for.
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