A blooming rose,
Short of homecoming.
I want to wear that crown,
And shone like I never have.
No image counts, just who I am inside,
I’m a winner, whoever I am.
No face can be judged by looks,
Under the skin, blood rushing.
Closer look to what I feel,
And what you don’t know.
Peel back the image; crease it up,
Magnify inside, the heart that loves.
