Hooks

What a great country I live in
Where no one is immune to the perfectly flawless
Stereotypes the media instills on us
Now I realize I don't want it anymore
Their hooks are caught into my mouth
I struggle to be free
They say I should be someone else
That I shouldn't be happy being myself
Bombarded from birth with images
Of how a woman should look
Meanwhile girls starve themselves to death
Trying to fit the mold
And I struggle to break free
The hooks are caught into my mouth
I struggle to break free