Pretty, pretty, pretty

That word is thrown around

Thrown at trash and treasure alike

But know this!

Just listen to the words coming from my lips

Pretty is not the skinniest, not another word for vain

Pretty is not skin deep, rather runs through the veins

That little girl with cancer, her eyes filled with tears

She is prettier than any model, they can’t get near

Her beauty, so bright, shines from within

What does it matter, the color of her skin?

How about that boy, who every day must fight

Not to end it all himself, not to surrender to the knife

Faded scars on his wrists are beautiful to me

Old hardships he’s conquered with strength not to flee

Don’t judge them on status, not on looks not on cash

These people are worth so much more than that

They are pretty from within, but pretty all the same!

These innocent people are not part of your game

Do not look down at them, these children should get respect

For while bodily beauty withers theirs won’t show defect

That soldier turned old is still a soldier within

His leg may be gone but his fighting side will win

Win out the battle, no matter the costs

But not for himself, so we, you don’t feel the loss

So don’t judge them on what’s outside, judge them on their soul

Because that is what matters, no less and no more