By
Lisa Morris
Prettier Than You
Ashley’s prettier than you, you know…
with her glam lips and perfect thighs.
Boy, and Keegan’s got you beat by a long shot-
she’s brilliant AND looks great in a bikini.
You’d better get an edge, little girl-
you’re nothing but a dolly
(Who needs an ugly dolly?)
Don’t worry, dear, we can help
just let us paint you in the standard colors
and strip off half your clothes…
What? Don’t you want to be wanted?
Expose yourself, hon, it’s the thing
drop your pants, drop your mystery
drop your elegance, drop your dreams
use your wit to earn friends;
use your body to earn love.
Don’t worry about the humiliation-
it fades…
and if not, there’s always
another relationship
another distraction
to help you feel “more like yourself”
(More comfortable in the life
that doesn’t quite fit
that isn’t quite yours)
Yes, yes
bare it, share it,
pass it around!
let everyone have a feel…
Good, good, now you’re “powerful”
can’t you feel the power?
Don’t buy the lies!
Come away, child…
let’s run from this place
to the One who will heal you-
The life you’re living is much too small
for a heart so wild-
of course you don’t fit in!
Haven’t you guessed, child?
You were made for bigger things!
Come, He waits, with a robe of strength
to wrap around your naked shoulders
and a love wilder than anything you’ve tasted
so hang on tight, child…
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