Beauty Prevails Poem by Jessy Liz

Mothers, save your daughters.
My God their out to kill..
With their child prostitutes and lack of values
They'll do anything to sell.
They'll talk her down
Until she's two feet tall..
Three hundred pounds
And not what she thought at all.
So she'll look in the mirror
And tear herself apart.
She'll rip at her skin until
There's no new place to start.
She'll starve until her insides crawl,
Begging to be fed.
And she'll make herself insane over it
Until she just wishes she were dead.
So she'll go three days,
Run until she's numb..
Throw up until there's nothing left at all..
And then some.
She won't stop until her skin is pale
And her face is sunken in.
Even the hair on the bathroom floor
Won't stop her from doing it again.
So she'll drag on,
Putting her body through hell.
And regardless of the consequence..
Beauty will always prevail.



To ANA