She's beautiful

                                 

You tell her that she's beautiful,

She laughs and asks you how,

When there's crack on her front tooth,

And there's a crease between her brow,

Where is all the beauty,

In her slightly-too-big nose,

In her freckles on her cheeks,

And how her hair takes years to grow,

And you wonder where she learnt,

That beauty lies upon your skin,

So that she thinks it doesn't cover,

Everything she holds within,

Its very definition,

Is "pleasing to the sense or mind",

But she's let them change the way,

She thinks her beauty is defined,

It breaks your heart to know her mirror,

Is how she estimates her worth,

And not the lives she's made much better,

By simply being on this earth.