we are greater than our parts




                                perfect bodies

and  then there’s me

so much pressure to look the part

they forget to look at our heart

i am more than just a pretty face or an average one

i am kind and compassionate and caring as well

                i didn’t care who they were, i helped as they fell

                                without asking for anything i marched away       

brains and smarts matter too

if you can out think them they can’t hurt you

you can’t tell who a person is just by looking at them

they’re more than their parts

                they have brains that have thoughts

                                and a heart that has feelings

you can’t see these things

                but like magic we know they are there



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