Beauty privilege

It shows the most

With the butterfly and moth

One is for love, beauty

The other is a promise that is empty

One we photograph when we see

The other we hit and kill

But if we turn away form them

Isn’t this society’s plan?

To be beautiful to be treated well

But if everyone’s pretty what’ll happen then?

Will there be another standard?

What if im not loud enough to be heard?

‘I dont wanna do this’ i whisper

But i don’t get to choose in this World

I have to have a nice figure

For my bill to be on the Mister

I always have to smile

But my last real laugh was since a while

This place is hell on Earth

But i’m told not to care because i’m a girl

I have to sit tight and act innocently

And i hear that i do it magnificently

I try to be pretty

But it’s hard and i feel petty

Try to be someone i’m not

And to think i do it for love

In the end i’ll never be the prettiest

But somehow i can’t feel embarrassed

I’d rather be the moth than the butterfly

If it means i can be whoever without a doubt