Thick Thighs,
Big Eyes,
Wide hips,
Thin lips,
The perfect face,
The people crave.

The tight dress to show her curves,
The bright bling she wears on top.
The priceless concealer to hide her face,
Her natural beauty she called disgrace.

Her countless tears she covers up,
Not a single tear indeed must drop,
That pretty smile she drew with time,
Just to hide that nothing was fine.

A pretty girl tied to society's chair,
A pretty girl who wasn't played fair,
A pretty girl now plays the game,
With a million who all look the same.

- Kelly. O