Beautiful

I do my best
To look like the rest
But society has humbled us
So much that we're lying on the ground
With our backs to the sky
face down
Dull eyes
But I  know
That I'm beautiful
But I keep quiet
To be accepted
I'm still temped
To speak
Speak up
Speak Loud
and speak proud
Speak up
Because I still think I'm beautiful
Others compare themselves to the false face of women
The one painted in by our society
They are beautiful
I am not

Why do I live in a world where there is only one definition of beautiful
Why is there only one box
With everyone trying to fit inside
One mold
After all there are  millions of shades of green
But no one ever questions that
There are millions of shades of beauty
Stretch out your legs
Stand outside of the box
Make a new mold
I know I'm not in that box
But I still think that I'm beautiful  

I know that I am real
I have a face
I not just a two dimension picture
I can move
I can live I might not be beautiful
But I am real
A real person
Unlike those pictures
Only created because some here
Haven't found the girl who fits in the box
and matches the mold
Some people are not satisfied with the women around them
They worship their pictures and turn down the truth
There was never anyone made from that mold
There is no one and there will never be anyone who fits in that box
But I am still beautiful
We
are beautiful.