Pretty

She thinks she's pretty

She thinks she's pretty because she's got the perfect hair

The perfect nose

The perfect lashes, always

She thinks she's pretty because she's got the bluest eyes

The whitest teeth

And perfectly polished nails, always

She thinks she's pretty and it appears she is

But would she still be pretty if you opened her up?

If the words she spoke and the comments she said appeared on her skin, inscribed in ink, always

Would she still be pretty?

She thinks she's pretty

What an idea the world has created about "pretty"

If she only knew what it meant to be truly pretty, always

She thinks she's pretty because she's got the perfect lips

Because she's got the perfect smile

But those lips aren't so pretty when you hear the words that escape them

And that smile isn't so genuine and kind when you know why she's smiling

She thinks she's pretty

Do you?