Beautiful
I am beautiful
The face that I hide
It's beautiful
It has always been good enough
It always will be
I am beautiful
The dirt that you see on me is beautiful
Because it means that I can work
That is beautiful
This callus on my finger
It is beautiful
Because it means I can write
I can create and share my creations
That is beautiful
These tears are beautiful
They glisten as they roll down my face
They mean I can feel
That I can hurt
That I can have joy
That is beautiful
These freckles are beautiful
Spots where angels have kissed my skin
They are beautiful because they mean I can enjoy the sunshine
That is beautiful
These scars are beautiful
They mean I have healed
That I was hurt
But I am perfect again
That is beautiful
I am beautiful
You are beautiful too
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