Born Beautiful

Born with brown hair,
She turned it blond
She's already perfect,
but she got it all wrong
Piercing eyes that melt
She's got it all
The guys love her figure
And her mind works too
But somewhere it went bad
She went from being content,
To incredibly sad
And from incredibly sad to somewhat mad
Like the world is a slaver
And she's the slave
Of impossible standards
And immoral odds
She's gotta powder the face,
She's gotta straighten the hair
Useless gesture really
No beauty is being added
Just taken away
Like waves stripping the shore
False images
Dead identities
Wisen up and love yourself
And maybe then
someone will love you
for you

I orginally wrote this for someone else earlier this week, but it applies to every girl there is so I am gonna put it up for you. And don't argue. Someone already tried. And lost. Despite what she may say. She lost.