We base our lives around the male gaze
Which look will get us the most praise
I wonder how beautiful our minds would shine
If their authentic selves were to align
Pretty is always our ticket to respect
The absence of beauty returns a lot less
If that is the case I don’t want the ticket
I will rip it up and then I will bin it
What power if we showed what’s deep inside
That side to ourselves that we try to hide
That side to ourselves that we try to suppress
In order to gain that bit more respect
If the only ticket to equality is to be pretty
The only ticket that will get us into the city
Where only the successful & beautiful seem to reside
I will happily walk for the rest of my life
Poetry In Motion 