Beauty has nothing to do with the amount of cleavage you show.
It couldn't care less that you drive a lexus.
Or that you drive a "leg-us" for that matter.
It has nothing to do with the inches of your brazilian weave.
It couldn't be bothered about your louis vuitton bag.
Or that your clothes are washed and worn.
No it doesn't care if your account is fat and shapeless.
Or if your nose is straight or crooked.
Your father's name is inconsequential.
Your mother sells fish in the market. Big deal!
Its oblivious to the lies you feed.
The perfection you seek.
So many times, in pursuit of beauty we go further and further away from it.
The irony!
We travel far and wide in search of what is at our finger tips.
We go under the knife.
We go from black to white.
Oh if Beauty could speak!
If her voice could ring loud and clear.
Her cry would be heard far and near.
Look in the mirror, she would say.
Look beyond that pouch in your belly.
Beyond that scar on your face.
Beyond those unequal eyebrows.
Beyond who you think you are.
Look at you.
Look at you.
Beauty is etched in your every feature.
In the contours of your body.
In the curves and the dents.
In the rise and the fall.
In the beat of your heart.
In the way you act.
In the words that you speak.
In the joy that you bring.
Ever-so-loving; Ever-so-pure.
Ever-so-subtle; Ever-so-sure.
Beauty is truth.
Beauty is you.
