Cheeks kissed with bitter tears,
Face so dark, clothed in anguish,
Mind haunted with painful memories,
Eyes swollen, clouded with hate and fear.
Numbed, she's supposed to be
From all those bullies' teasing
But their words cut much deeper,
Sharper than any razor she's held.
It could have been a great sight
To behold others' joyous smiles
If it wasn't her they have chosen
To make fun of every now and then.
How perfectly should one's nose be pointing?
How soft and silky one's hair should appear?
What color of eyes would be so alluring?
What color of skin would look most pleasing?
How can someone look so different?
Are all people made exactly the same?
Is she that unpleasing to be laughed at?
Or they're just making her feel that bad?
Then a soft breeze of joy kissed her lips
And a smile of hope replaced her fears
When she remembered the true beauty
That, in one's heart, her Maker's seeking.
Where is the beauty in one's prideful heart
That is full of evil schemes for someone?
Where is the beauty in one's shattered life
If it enjoys to crush souls with hurtful lies?
True beauty roots in a heart so pure,
A humble one that is always grateful.
And it blooms even more in one's gentle spirit,
In one's soul that, with God, pursues intimacy.
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True Beauty
Poetry[Cover: Drawn by EHMforJESUS] Do you feel like you're the ugliest person on earth? Are you being bullied because of the way you look? Are your flaws and insecurities make you hate yourself? Do you curse and hate God for creating you the way you are...
