Yesterday I told my eight-year-old niece
To be a flower
If someone knocks you down
Grow back stronger
If someone calls you ugly
Call them beautiful
As you shine in your own
Beauty and self-worth
You will continue to bloom
And you may help them grow
I told her to smile at those who taunt her
They will be defeated by your bright eyes
Just always remember to be nice
Because nice is what everyone is looking for
When they aren't pretending anymore