Hair isn't perfect as Rapunzel,
Skin isn't like Snow White.
Body ain't like a Greek goddess,
You won't fall for me at first sight.
But I'm much more than the colour of my hair,
I'm much more than the clothes I wear.
Sure, I don't have a flawless face
But I am beautiful in my own ways.
I am a treasure hidden in an ordinary box,
Safe, secured and protected with locks
And they will open only to those deserving hands,
Who haven't sinned and have no evil plans.
I am a mysterious little ordinary box,
Surrounded by attractive and desirable ones
The ones who get chosen first.
Who are just a prey to greed and lust.
Alas beauty fades with age,
The attractive box won't be the same.
But I will always shine within.
Because the treasure is in my soul and not in my skin.
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