Watch the widows weeping
They lost their daughters sleeping
From all their secret keeping
On how the Earth stands still
They paint their faces nightly
Lace their egos tightly
Shave their emotions rightly
Keeping it close to the skin
Give up what never began
Seeing through your tan
You were never a fan
Of what you ought to be
Taught to look in the mirror
Ready and armed with fear
Somehow you’re not near
The prototype for beauty
Deep breaths of manipulation
Big business strangulation
Controlling more than a nation
Reclaim yourself