Agony of Society

When I wake up every morning, Part of my routine is to put on my makeup For me to be confident until evening; To have a shield, so I can still stand up And fit in a society that is messed up.

Every time I try to have a life, I go out But everyone’s eyes are almost popping out Staring at me like a magazine, looking for something to talk about. I wonder why. Is it because of how my face turned out? Or is it because of how my body builds up?

Craving for beauty, so they can like me; Will do anything, even if it causes an arm and a leg Just to have a face that is as beautiful as the sea And be loved like a precious tree. If I’ll be pretty, would someone love me?

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They won’t love you if you’re unattractive. If you’re attractive, they will find you distractive. It’s the reality where beauty is pain And it’s a crime to be plain. Are we going to continue to live in pain?

How sad that we are being judged by society, But then I realized, society includes you and me. How can we save humanity? It should start with you and me And begin to reflect on the agony of society.

WRITTEN BY TRECIA OSEA CHAN GRAPHICS BY IVAN FERRAN

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