Beauty

you can be heard

marching across the line of freedom, for you will no longer stay still

your feet have walked this earth

time and time again.

you can be seen

in the lost, in the brave, in the weak, in the saved

you can be felt

with each smile, hidden inside the vulnerable

too afraid to speak your worth

afraid they may not listen

but you my friend, are beauty

you deserve every inch of love the world will spare you

for you were made out of love itself, you are the definition of beauty

the world will tell you so

the world will tell you no

the world will tell you go

you my friend are beauty.

the purest type, the type the world needs but never sees

stop hiding under the words of others

its time to show everyone what you deserve.

You my friend, are beauty.