This matter makes me cringe

My heart I feel it dies

When she believes the magazines

page after page of lies

 

Her body is a metal

so precious she beholds

worth more than money or compliments

even the finest of golds

 

What makes my heart ache

and what drives me up a wall

is women believing their beauty must be relevant

to a mannequin behind a glass window at the mall

 

What makes me ticked the most

is the media continues to lie

her hair is too short, her waist is too thin

with those oversized thighs

 

She's too smart

she's too pretty

she's too fat

she's too skinny

 

Women listen to me!

it's more than your arms, your hips, your smile

it's more than a product you can find in an isle

your flaws make you perfect, don't you see

 women like us, you and me

 

Social media blindly deteriorates

self morals and esteem

you'll find the truth

that Hollywood is nothing but a scheme

 

And many don't address

these enemies woman idol

shut down the media, the critics, the press

these steps are very vital

 

Her body is a metal

so precious she beholds

worth more than money or compliments

even the finest of golds

 

And anger consumes me

like a fire on dry land

when women blend in

like another grain in the sand

 

You're meant to be curvy

short or even tall

forget the lies used to define yourself

you're the prettiest of them all

 

Her body is a metal

so precious she beholds

worth more than money or compliments

even the finest of golds

 

As we fix the broken pieces 

of our shattered self esteem

what pisses me off is social media's image of perfection

is in the front line of every girls dream