Just as the lotus flower climbs
Through thick and muddy waters,
To bloom above the surface
So perfect and pristine;
I think it's about time
That we began to teach our daughters
That they are nothing short of perfect
Despite the hardship they have seen

See your beauty is no reflection
Of the corrupted world you see,
Doesn't matter where you come from
Or the places you have been;
And you are no reflection of
The suffering from your past -
Climb above the muddy waters
And bloom,
           at peace,
                     at last.