I am, yet to be
So quick we are to judge
to point
to cast away
from those that look different,
In stature and in size
the world cries out for beauty
yet no one attempts to imply
how beautiful you look they say
you're impossible to resist
such words are unheard of
yet some, never hear at all
the word I seek at time is unjust
beauty is everywhere
no reason, no fuss
look at how you walk confidently
Some exclaim
you keep the sun zealous
and the happiness full
you're effortlessly radiant
so so as you stare or torture you're impefections
be quick to remind
have the courage to remember
what will see you through
venture on to greatness,
the best you is you
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