Damn your image
Your blue black hair
Your diamond eyes
Avoiding mine

Your slick stomachs
Makes me hate my own
Your perfected bodies
Sends me to the floor

I own angels
That watch over me when I fall
They tell to rise
When I’m made to crawl

When all my efforts fail
After all these years
When I fade into the background
And the world forgets who I am

I hide from all the things I love
The sand and the sun
The tee shirts, the shorts
The summer’s joys

When I lose another friend
To the greener side
Another friend to the image
And the bikini strings world

They tell me to throw out
The razors that oppress me
That give me an excuse to be this way
To to bare another day

Mother and father try
But it’s not enough
Encouragement only does so much
For the underdogs of today

Another day of slavery
Fighting the urge of starvation
The torture of morning routine
I find hard to bare

That man with the pale exterior
And the black caracole lips
Tells me to question beauty
But he won’t tell me it’ll be OK

He refuses to pity me
And he is away on that old tour bus
He says if I won’t fight
He will battle alone

But they’ve won the fight
With a higher score each time
They wear sharpened cleats
And trample on our bloodied faces

I wish they would kill me
With their next painful blow
There is no where to hide
There is no where to go .




 
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