Different people, face and size
All with a story and roles on their own
With a beauty they possess, no one can take
For beauty is not born but nurtured by you.

As I walk on the road on a full moon night
I heard a sweet voice singing with the stars
A chubby girl one will tease
But a beautiful voice one will fall.

As the dawn comes and greeted me
I saw a girl with glasses and books at hand
One will laugh at how she acts
But look how she walks, poise and all.

And as I glide on the busy streets
A boy my age with special legs
Sat on a wheelchair giving food to the lame.
My! What a beautiful heart he possess.

See?! All things have their own beauty.
You may not see it but feel through actions
Beauty is not something you attain nor see
It is something hidden inside you

Even a rock has it's own beauty
Each pattern, shape and edges
So why should you be ashamed of yourself
Your beauty is your own, no one to compare.