Standards of "Beauty"

Since we were young were told

So many things with our minds so easy to mold.

We were told to mold and behold at the will and pleasure of the man,

But where are we, who are we to stand.

I look at myself and realize at the pit of my surmise

That you look into my eyes and to your surprise we rewind...

Back to the days past,

As it has gone by so fast,

Back to my elementary days looking back on such disappointing ways.

Because in this society I see I'm not judged upon me I am judged on what you see and who I am to be,

When I was young I was told I was “pretty”, and now look at me.

But what about the girls you say aren't so,

They're going to be on the corner wanting attention, doing anything for a show.

You say girls must have the "good hair",

To make the people stop and stare.

This standard of beauty is wack.

Can it be texted tweeted or easily deleted?

No, because it embeds in their brain

Such an uncleansable stain

You make them feel bad about the way they are born

And they are torn

And they think they are doomed to be alone forever simply from your scorn and this should make you stop to ponder,

Or maybe your mind started to wander.

But if you only get one message from this,

It is to start treating all girls like they're a swing instead of a miss.