I told her she looked beautiful
She laughed and asked me why
When her hair is tough like steel wool
Her skin as dark as tar
Her boobs as small as tomatoes
Her ass not as big as melons
And I wonder where she learnt
That beauty lies upon her skin
So that she thinks it doesn’t cover
Everything that she holds within her
The beauty that is pleasing to my soul
But she let the society change the way
She thinks her beauty should be defined
It breaks my heart to know that her mirror
Is how she estimates her self worth
And not this very life she touched
By simply being her own true self