Those rosy cheeks,
And small delicate lips,
But what a geek,
That pointed, flushed nose,
The glassed over eyes,
Bullied for rugged clothes.
Her small frame fragile,
And her life a huge mess
But her thinking quite agile.
Most snarl at her kindness
And push her to and fro
Showing their blindness
For she does not need to
Have the perfect curly hair,
Or eyes the perfect hue of blue
She has the most beautiful smile
And the most gentle heart.
She knows that after a while,
Time will come to pass.

With the shimmer in her eyes growing brighter,
She’ll dismiss her wrongs,
And instead embrace her flaws.
Being as, beauty is not skin deep,
But rather, something intangible that gives you pause