American Beauty

That ugly American Beauty.

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B E A U T Y

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A ninety-five pound American beauty
Walks down the street in all her glory
Strutting her tall, sickly, stringy body
Her gaunt face makes me jealous
The jeans that sag on her bony hips
Make me so jealous
That ninety-five pound American beauty
Keeps walking and passes me
Giving me a smile that’s freakishly white
And so disgustingly fake
That my stomach turns
I worry what we
As people
And myself
Are becoming
When we look up to a twig like her
And I worry for her
even though she disgusts me
Because if she’s not careful
The wind will pick up
And blow her away
That ugly American beauty