Bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks
skin like milk, tiny pointy nose
make the perfect face..
i have brown eyes, hollows for cheeks
pockmarked skin & a ‘capsicum’ nose
perfection’s got no place..
Why do we value what others think
Who’s to say what perfection is?
why do we care if we’re black or pink?
who’s to say that’s better or this?
i have a beautiful heart
i feel for others
my tears flow
at the pain of another
superficiality bothers me
hypocrisy smothers me
sympathy is not my game
empathy is hard to tame
i would like me if i met me
why is it so difficult for others to see
look at people for who they really are
They might not be the sun, but they could be your star
There’s a beauty beyond what stares you in the face
There are good souls waiting for you to embrace