She stares in the mirror
She sees an image
But it’s a misdemeanor
She feels much rage
The image speaks voices
Loud and crazy noises
“Not good enough”
“Not slim enough”
“Not fair enough”
“Not tall enough”
“Not beautiful enough”
She’s imprisoned by voices;
“Get heels so high,
I’d be tall enough”
“Lose weight of my thigh,
I’d be slim enough”
“Just a little bleach,
I’d be fair enough”
“Just a bit more rich
I’d be good enough”
Beneath the surface
Beneath the sad face
Beauty searches for resolve
True self waiting to evolve
Beauty asking for answers
Who defines beauty?
Who creates beauty?
Who weighs beauty?
In the petals of flowers
In the green of nature
In the running waters
In the colors of rainbows
Lies a world of blended beauty
The difference of colors
The difference of shades
Give the world a beauty,
Beauty that never fades
Our beautiful world
Is all in differences
Different shades and colors
So are beautiful people
What makes you different,
Makes you all beautiful
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