B-e-u-a-tiful
No that's not right
B-u-e-a-tiful
No that's not it either
Why do I have such trouble
Spelling such an easy word
One that I’ve been taught all my life
And have always heard
Maybe it’s because i’ve always associated it with others
And not myself
Models, friends, artwork
All masterpieces
But not me.
No, i never thought I was beautiful
I mean, I thought I was alright
I didn’t have the best clothes
But that’s okay, right?

B-e-a-u-tiful
That’s the word
A word so many people are identified as
A word used to describe looks, inner and outer
But that is why I am not entirely and fully beautiful
I am not my outer appearance
I am not a word that is so loosely thrown around
It is cliche but I am me

I was once called beautiful though
Oh what a day
A day of blushing and bashfulness
Feelings created by my mind
Smiles and giggles
Oh what a day

But that day,
That day I was called beautiful
I realized
I am beautiful
But beautiful itself is too vague

I am beautifully and wonderfully made
A castle on a hill
A sun peeking through the clouds
But like any star, I am not the only one
Millions of stars, made beautiful
Each in a different way

I am beautiful
But I am also funny, smart, intelligent
All things that make up me being beautiful
What about you?