A beautiful brunette walked by
Jovially down the street
Her son was tugging her jacket
Merrily prancing by her side

Her son had an ugly figure
A black splotchy face and a heavy jaw
Stared by spooky looks
The kid clung to her with a diffident hush

' Your child is ugly '
Hounded these words in insolent tones
But she was intrepid and calm
Didn't mull over their uncanny remarks

Her lips didn't curl in disdain
Nor her hands were wringing in distress
' Inner beauty captivates ' she said
' And a pure soul can only shine '

' A perfect body and a porcelain face
Can never reflect ' the real you '
As rose wilts and crumbles one day
Outer beauty fades , reaching senile stage '

She comforted his insecurities
She taught him the reality
To be comfortable in own skin
'Cause imperfection can't judge perspective

Days passed , child grew older
Still ' ugly ' was striking him constantly
But he would grinned and murmured
Pretty is on the inside !