Skin Deep

Those rosy cheeks, And small delicate lips, But what a geek, That pointed, flushed nose, The glassed over eyes, Bullied for rugged clothes. Her small frame fragile, And her life a huge mess But her thinking quite agile. Most snarl at her kindness And push her to and fro Showing their blindness For she does not need to Have the perfect curly hair, Or eyes the perfect hue of blue She has the most beautiful smile And the most gentle heart. She knows that after a while, Time will come to pass. With the shimmer in her eyes growing brighter, She’ll dismiss her wrongs, And instead embrace her flaws. Being as, beauty is not skin deep, But rather, something intangible that gives you pause