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What is beauty?
Only words our mother says
To keep us happy
While she doesn’t see it herself

‘My thighs are too big’
‘Cheeks are too red’
She looks in the mirror
As we cry in our beds

Her hands hold mine
I look into her eyes
I tell her the truth
I can no longer lie

the word stings her
her hands shake
I tell her she is beautiful
Oh for christ sake

My words, my mind
My heart starts to spit
but who really cares
I’ve shovel through it

Words are words
and chic is cheap
For beauty is beauty
And we all are unique

I wish you could see that
My sister, my life
Depression is real
But you the light.