Eh?

I'm tired of being called "Beautiful" and "Cute"
Being rated is a misfortune
My physical features do not feature a show called "My self worth"
I am not an object you can scale from one to ten
Or a game you can restart if you hit a bad end
I refuse to tell my children that it is okay to give in to hate
I refuse to look my peers in the eyes and nod my head in defeat.
I know I am not okay right now, I know I am not strong
I know I have given in and I have sang my last song.
I know that today is someones last and I know that a new one will start.
I know that at this very second someone is breathing their very last.
I know there are people, some I may not know.
Others that I do, that are blinded by the rose.
The rose's thorns that jab them, make them bleed at night.
Make them cry into their pillows, a never ending fight.
I know my words mean nothing, I know the hate will win.
But at this very moment I am not committing a self hatred sin.
At this very moment I am calling out.
Calling all of those people who remain silent, who won't shout.
For those who do nod their heads to the chimes of the end.
I am calling for them now this message I have to send.
For they all have a purpose, maybe to blind for them to see.
So I am now on my knees, I beg of you please.
Don't pull off your petals because of the weeds.
The weeds will soon wither and you will spring free.
Beautiful and bold, bright with glee.