Her head hangs low

Her voice barely a whisper

 

The long sleeves she wears

May hide a scar or two

 

She barely trudges

Through life

 

Wondering if existence

Even matters

 

 

But the sound of a small voice stops her

The voice of reason; purpose

 

Synapses spark and flare

Her mind courses with knowledge

 

And she realizes 

The truth

 

That her beauty

Lies within

 

Her flawlessness

Is her intellect

 

Her brain outshines any beauty queen

Her skillful capabilities are endless

 

She knows that she can do nearly anything

With the power of her mind

 

 

Her head is held high

Her glasses perched proudly on her nose

 

She speaks her opinion freely

And others listen intently

 

Her brainpower is her strength

That not one being can flaw