When her eyes still have a childlike innocence,
With a curious mind who listened to her senses,
She noticed them looking at her face strangely,
And only when they started calling her ugly,
She understood the meaning of it clearly.
The greatest tragedy of this unforgettable tale,
The girl grew up believing what they said was real,
They had instilled those hateful words too deep,
That when she stared at the mirror before she slept,
She will always remember their words and wept.
Those words have been written on the girl's scars,
In the dark for many years, she fought these wars,
The wars between what this girl firmly believed
And what hopeful lies she presumed would relieve,
All the unseen wounds their cruel mouths leave.
As this tale went on, the girl learned how to live,
Carrying all the burden of her flaws like a slave,
On her journey, she met people unexpectedly,
Who listened to her and looked at her differently,
They called her beautiful, and she just smiled sadly.
It took the girl how many years again to realize,
That beauty is beyond physical looks for the wise,
Those who called her ugly only saw her as a fool,
Those who made her believed it haven't seen her all,
But those who said she was beautiful saw her soul.
This is not the ending of this tale, but let me say,
How this girl is slowly unlearning the old way,
For she sees beauty even on things that aren't called pretty,
She sees beauty beyond the metric set in society,
This is the tale of the girl who once believed she has no beauty.
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