I am not beautiful. Beauty is me.


Lips are stained

Her pearls lay

Beauty is transformed into something much more

Age and beauty

You thought did not mix

But believe me it combines into someone almost breathless

Little girl with the scar on her cheek

Grew up with a sparkle in her eye

Believed she was beautiful and that was a fact 

Knowing with each day she became a pearl herself

Now she knows she was and will always be

Beautifully beautiful

Inside and out


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