You tell her she’s beautiful, She laughs and asks you how
When there’s a crack on her tooth, A crease by her cheeks
No dimple by the side, Her slightly too big nose
And how her hair takes years to grow!
And you wonder where she learnt it
Who ever told her? Where did she learn?
That beauty lies upon her skin and color
it’s sad how she’s let this define her.
It breaks a heart to imagine
she thinks the mirror estimates her worth
And not the lives she has touched
The one smiles she has put on a gloomy heart
And made one life better here on earth
For the sparkle in her eyes she’s beautiful
That will be true beauty. It was never temporal
It’s layers of make up that no rain can errode, no acid can corrode
It’s cast on rocks, it will outlive you.
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