Who I Truly Am

Makeup applied

Hair shines, blow-dried

Stylish clothes picked out to fit just so.

Sitting through art class,

Or at a friend’s birthday bash,

It’s easy to think what they see is all they know.

But what I know is that the outfit

Is not the one who bought it

I know I’m worth more than how my outside self appears

My character, my hopes and dreams

Are not all quite just how they seem

And when I cry, makeup won’t dry my tears.

I know that I am freed from

Every chain beneath the sun

And it means so much more than I’m supposing

I know that I can do

Anything I set my mind to

And anything for which I have been chosen

I am more than my appearance says,

More than my grades or averages,

More than what parents or teachers say about me.

I know I am so far from perfect,

But I know that every defect,

Is part of what now makes me so free.

My worth doesn’t come from my self-talk,

From my shoes or clothes or cool hair chalk,

Instead it comes from someone high above us all.

The God who gave us the breath of life

Gave us a way to end all strife

And tells us we don’t need to fear standing tall.