Visionessence: Wreckless Beauty

All I see,
Is all I say,
Is all I wrote,
It's all true:

Maybe not the poster girl,
Maybe not the tabloid hottie,
Surely you aren't like Jessica Alba,
Or Britney Spears,
But still,
It doesn't matter if you are;
Even if you were,
What would it matter?
All you would be is vain,
Vain like the image in the mirror they see,
When they look at themselves,
But all they are,
Is shells of an empty case,
A case held higher than it should be;
You are an original,
Natural beauty falls not by those such "rules,"
I scoff at the propaganda of beauty,
For to them, beauty makes them ugly;
They know not how to hold its honor,
Its gift upon them;
For it is those who are worthy of the statement,
That think they are not;
The true beauty of them is natural,
Untouched, meek and well kept,
For it is in you,
And you know it not!
Hold your head up now,
You are elevated in status,
For those who cannot see your beauty are blind,
And they miss the gift of you;
e love: