You tell her that she's beautiful
She laughs and asks you how
Well there's a crack in her tooth
And a crease in her brow
Where is all the beauty
In her slightly too big nose
In the 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 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
Simply being on this earth
YOU ARE READING
Erin Hanson Poems
ŞiirA collection of Erin Hanson poems, which you can find on her website, tumblr, or instagram: @thepoeticunderground (disclaimer: i am NOT the original author of these poems. i am simply a fan who decided to compile them into a wattpadd story)
