What is it that you see?
What’s in your reflection?
What is it you’re meant to be?
Do you see a beauty queen?
With men falling at your feet,
Or do you feel uncomfortably common
And that love is obsolete?
There is so much emphasis on appearance
That you can’t look your self in the face;
With out hating the shape of your body
With out feeling a hint of disgrace
If people would take the time
To look inside your heart;
True beauty lies deep with in,
The pretty face is just a place to start.
Ronda May
05-28-01
