They told me what was beautiful,
they pointed towards the streets.
I saw the cats with their vertebrates breaking; postures outrageous.
Untouchable, howling as they creep.
Possessed, as she attacks the floor with her Louboutin feet,
I refuse to see it.
They said your silhouette’s to die for and your hair so vivid.
You could be beautiful too on this walk,
with just a few adjustments to tweak.
Come on lady, just free it!
If beautiful is to exploit my body for the world,
I refuse to be it.
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