Beauty Poem by AnnaLynn Veryl

Do you think that when we say,
God, why did you make me this way?
He looks at all us with all our doubt
And says, "What are you talking about? "

We look into the mirror and frown
Oh, why must my eyes be boring brown?
And why isn't my tummy flat?
I'm such a pain to look at.

But no, says God.
Instead, you should be awed.
For when I made you, little pea
I made you look like me.

And you are perfect in my sight
Your soul made clean; it sparkles white
Beautiful beyond compare
So don't doubt yourself, don't you even dare.