New poem, still no title

So I haven't written in like..about a month. But come on, who reads this stuff anyway?
Well I just wanted to write a short post tonight about a new poem I'm working on.
I had another one of those shower epiphanies. This is usually how the process starts with me: I get either a word or a phrase stuck in my brain and I can't stop dissecting it (and finding words that rhyme with it). If I can't seem to get it out of my head, it's bound to become either a song or a poem.
This time around the phrase was "I want to create my own society"
So I guess I could pull an Emily Dickinson and use the first line of my poem as my title, whatever floats your boat.

Here it goes.

I want to create my own society
Forget the one that’s already there
The ideas on the pedestal of that society
Only condone false comparisons, don’t care for the plight of your mothers’ sons
I want to create my own society
I will construct it with the broken words of the ignored
I will mold it with the cries of the deplored
And paint it with the bright colors of the bored
We will stand in lines and sing sweet songs
Finally, no one telling us that we are wrong
I’ll look in the mirror and mutter “I’m beautiful” for the first time in what seems like a century
They did this to me
Heaven, let me be heard
Why does your spirit fill the curves in these angry words
Why have they taught me to loathe my own skin
Begging to peal it all off, steal someone else’s, and start all over again
They have taught me to loathe me, to pinch me, to poke me
They wine me and dine me so someone else will out shine me
They breed the superficial and put them in jars
So they can burn the fuel to make the jewelry, makeup and cars
There is no love of self, there is only more wealth
Reach out for help
Before you too lose yourself