bbygirl

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
But too often the gaze is distorted 
By society's lens 
So that
They can't see you
And when they do commentary is reduced to ridicule 

They may not see
Oh but I do 

Hey Beautiful 

Yeah I'm talking to you 
Hope your days are filled with sun rays
And on the bad days you draw moisture from the rain

The world has convinced you that the darkness of your skin 
Means that there is no light within you 
How wrong they are 
This little light of yours
Flickering in your chest is 
Ignited by the same blackness they claim smothered it. 

Turn a deaf ear to the world
Feed the flames 
Allow your light grow
So bright that they can't ignore 
The beauty of your shine. 

Hey beautiful,
Say that to yourself sometimes