beauty has the darkest past,
memories go and memories last.
most, like you, never asked to be beautiful,
but that's what makes it so inevitable.
however you, my friend, are more than that,
your eyes glimmer and are ready for combat.
your hair flows graceful as a swan,
just one simple glace and they're in love from then on.
your skin is soft and smooth and tan,
your beauty shines brighter than other's can.
your body is more glorious than you may think,
you have the figure of a God and your blush a soft tint.
they say beauty comes in all shapes and sizes,
but what happens when stereotypes divide us?
because there is no ugly or gross or in between.
to know that there is nothing as great,
as living our lives treating everyone the same,
no matter their fate.
