Ugly Betty Just Isn'T Me
I’m sick of being an Ugly Betty wanna be.
I have better inside of me.
To hell with all that being pretty inside.
I think the outside should matter.
All these magazines tell me who to be.
They tell me how act and who to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think.
I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body,
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough,
The plus size is the new in,
It seems a sin to be thin.
One thing these models don’t know,
It’s not worth the dough.
All these shows tell me what to do.
They tell me how to act and what to like.
Always talkin’ about the newest thing.
To hell with them and what they think.
I am me and they can’t change that.
They want my body,
And they want my soul.
All they’ll ever get is my dough.
No need to be a Barbie doll,
Or anybody else.
Be your own true self
Don’t sit on anybody’s shelf.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
