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.