Her eyes reflected the blue sea
Her smile was the brightest and it made the sun anxious
Her nose was a bouquet and it smelt of flavored wine
Her skin proved the existence of olives
Her steps defined the Holy dance
Her existence was proof of divine blood
She was amber, yet she was gold
But she wasn't pretty
She wasn't pretty enough.
She didn't have boys falling at her feet
And whistling at the sight of her
There was no boy to call her 'sexy'
Her blue eyes were too deep for her shade
The only curve she had was from her lips
Her nose was a little bit crocheted
Her skin was way too pale, it was white
Her steps were careless because she had no class
Her existence was her destruction
The mirror reflected her
So she wasn't pretty
She wasn't pretty enough.
She wasn't pretty
But she had the purest heart
She was an umbrella the world needed
Her heart was a medicine
A medicine to cure the soul of humans
Her smile was a garden of white roses
It'll make you believe in forever
She wasn't pretty
Because she didn't wear skimpies to show her olive like skin
She wasn't pretty
Because her attitude and thought were too pure for wretched humans
She wasn't pretty
Because her innocence was her pride
But the world wasn't enough to tell her how
How to see herself and what she had to believe
She believed in beauty
She believed in style
She believed in her
To see the world, she had to see herself
She was the best reflection the mirror had ever imitated
She was pretty
She was pretty because she was HER.
~Captain.
