Realize

 

Pressures gone, we are at peace

We realize we can now cease

Running the merry-go-round of perfection

Without a sense of self or direction

Perfection sought does not exist

A bill of goods sold, yet still persists

Young girls and young women alike

Against this ideology we must strike

None are good enough they would have you believe

We must see beyond the glare and gloss to perceive

We are perfect as we are

In each of us a blazing star

Now our young men they objectify

The onslaught a price too high

Without that trademark six pack  or buns of steal

You are no longer good enough, no sex appeal

Pay it forward for all to see

How detrimental this is, my plea

Take back our youth their lives be free

To live without angst but with dignity.