Barefeet running through green grass

Hair wiping to and fro gently in the breeze

Sunshine reflecting off eyes colored brass

Loving the wispers of the seas

She sounds goregous, free and alive

From a tiny town along the coast

She is not the only one who stives

All around the world beauty ooasts

White, black, yellow, green or blue

We are all beautiful, generous and true

The world nees to wake up and realize

That we look different, but we are allies

Beauty needs a new definition

And that is my mission.