Are You Beautiful Yet?

We spend hours in front of the mirror
Itching for looks of perfection
Listening for the voices
Dreading all their remarks
Knotting insides scream
Heavy with nervous sparks
Amidst the endless choices
Rosy cheeks full of attraction
Does that mean your looks have no error?

True beauty hides, something that’s unseen
It majors in your character
Saturated with good thoughts
Birth room of ideas
Pure and peaceful soul
Lips full of ‘gracias’
Outside your inside trots
Your flaws will hardly register
Your sadness, an art meant to be seen.

Vera