Song: Alter Me Dead Poem by Nadia Gray

Im so sick of all these lies and promises you hold
Im so tired of all these pretty bodies to be sold
Im so ashamed of what my body has to feel
Dont feel like being compared to what isn't real.

Ive had enough of this life
Ive had even more of yours
No more will I be ashamed
Of my dark skin and my black curls...

Enough of this perfect society poisoning us with images unseen
Enough of these perfect angels that should only remain in dreams.
Though perfect isn't a word I'd chose for these skinny dyings witches
Who stole the light from us, your healthy crying bitches

Reality is the price to pay for princesses so cheap
While real beauties lay at home alone, crying in a heap
On the ground for sure, their pain no more
Because for every model, is another beauty on the floor.

I wanted to be just like you in my days
When the sun could expell nonharming rays
Onto natural skin, unlike what you bare
Which we both know is created by lotions and Nair.

Ive had enough of this life
Ive had even more of yours
No more will I be ashamed
Of my dark skin and my black curls...

Enough of this perfect society poisoning us with images unseen
Enough of these perfect angels that should only remain in dreams.
Though perfect isn't a word I'd chose for these skinny dyings witches
Who stole the light from us, your healthy crying bitches

Reality is the price to pay for princesses so cheap
While real beauties lay at home alone, crying in a heap
On the ground for sure, their pain no more
Because for every model, is another beauty on the floor.

God forgive me, for I have sinned
God forgive me, for I dont wish to end
God forgive me, for I feel naught but hate
For these beautiful creatures who have to compensate.

For their empty little minds, so sweet yet unpure
With their flawless skin, still I am unsure.
Please my Lord Rest upon my heart
And give me the strength to not tear them apart....