tell me the truth. what makes you beautiful? is it your hair? how about your eyes? maybe your thighs? could it be your lips? or could it be the way you dip? i wonder, is it the way you lock hips? or is it possible the way you smile? whatever it is, you are beautiful, inside and out you are your own galaxy you are the beauty of today
poetry tells us the beauty of the world. but what about the beauty of the writer? what makes you beautiful?