The Game of Beauty I Don'T Want To Play

Why do we play this competition Is it any indication How bad the world has become Image used to judge someone On their outward appearance Instead of giving them a chance To prove their beauty from within It is such a sorrow sin That image is so highly praised Someone really needs to raise Their voice all across the land And take an important stand That outside image shouldn't be Used to judge the quality Who a person really is We need to get over this Don't be hooked by dolled up faces And clothes from hot fancy places Thinking they are better than Somebody who really can't Afford material things They might be angels with wings Hidden under dirt and grime Waiting for a chance to shine Noticed for a whole lot more Than what is bought inside a store