My daughter will be beautiful
Not skinny
Not curvy
Not with big eyes
And a sultry smile
But beautiful
With a kind heart
And a helping hand
And a happiness
That will make her soul glow
Wealth is not measured
In money and material things
But rather in the lives you touch
Just like beauty
Is not measured by
The smile you wear
But rather the smiles you cause
And my daughter will never
Wear makeup to enhance her beauty
But rather to boost her confidence
And she will wear her confidence and self-respect
Like an accessory
That adds to her outfit
Of a kind heart,
Helping hand,
And happily glowing soul
And my daughter will look beautiful
Every single day
And I will remind her
That she is beautiful
On higher standards
Any media could ever hold
Every single day
And hopefully when I pass
My job will be passed to you
You will see her beauty
And remind her of it too
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