Twelve years ago, when I was young,
The times when ABC and rhymes were sung,
I was told some people are normal,
Others look very pretty or pretty horrible,
That a good cover does not mean a good book,
So, never judge someone by just their looks.
About all this, I didn’t really care,
For frankly, it was neither here nor there,
Cus’ it didn’t matter how pretty one was,
I was too busy playing – no time to be lost!
And now, twelve years past that day,
When fun has ceased and so has play,
When I understand what being pretty means,
What I was told is not what is seen.
The guy in my class who looks good,
Much, much more than I ever could,
It is him all the girls adore,
Even though, he’s as smart as a pea – no more.
Every girl says by him they’re floored,
And all this while my inner beauty is ignored.
The guys are no different, including me,
All of us judge a girl by what we see,
And even though she may be rude,
Guys like her – cus’ she looks so good.
So, basically, the whole world really is shallow,
They just don’t want the kids to know,
And I have long since realized,
No matter how much it is denied,
Without beauty, beauty within hardly matters.