(April 21 / Maryland)

What do you think this poem is about?

Beauty

What is beauty? To you and to me?
Is beauty what we hear or what we see?
I believe everyone is beautiful in their own way
Weather, their near me or so far away
I don't have to see this person, to know if it's true
Don't tell me who's not because I already know who
Everyone is special; no one can tell you that you're not
If they tell you that, then don't tell them to stop
As long as you and I know, then we are who we are
It doesn't matter what they say, don't let them stop you
Knock them out the way, be ready for the next thing they do
I know who I am; you can say what you believe
You can go on and on, it will never faze me
I love me, and as long as god does too
I don't care what you think because I know what true.

Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 24, 2012


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