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Makeup and jewelry
It was what I wanted
When I was a child
I asked mom
To dress me up
As a princess
To fill me with beauty
Because if she didn't do it
I wouldn't have the certainty
Of fitting into a society
That doesn't know how to value
The imperfections of others
They consider it obscene
And the marks on my skin
From head to toe
Made me hard to see
But in time I found out

That it's not me
Who should change
It's them who believe
They have the right to speak
About someone else's body
I don't have to listen
To the delusions of a judge
Who wanted to appoint themselves

And it takes me time
Sometimes I still lie to myself
Saying I have to change
A bit here and there
But it's time to shout
That all art has a place
That a museum would want
To have me to frame
I used to tell myself
To hide my smile
Because it's not accepted
To laugh with crooked teeth
I had to choose between being
Myself to the pores
Or getting lost seeking
Approval from others

How many filters
Can they provide me
A plate full
Of security
How many likes
Will they need
To have a bit
Of authority
Today I know the attention
I need is my own
Who would believe
That it would be me who would love me
Why I'm not the one
Who should change
It's them who believe
They have the right to speak
About someone else's body
I don't have to listen
To the delusions of a judge
Who wanted to appoint themselves
And it takes me time
Sometimes I still lie to myself
Saying I have to fix
A bit here and there
But it's time to shout
That all art has a place
That a museum would want
To have me to frame

I shouldn't be apologizing
For being myself
I should not
Give up my uniqueness
To look
Like someone else
People might dislike me
But I should feel glad
I wasn't born to satisfy them
Or to fit their empty lives
'Cause in the end
I'm always shining
Own damn light
Even in the dark
I'm a piece of art
And they won't take that
Away from me
At least not without
A fight