Beauty is in the eye of the owner and beholder
And God already broke the mold of her.
Through it all she will remain a bold her.
Sometimes all she wanted was for someone to hold her,
Instead she got a cold shoulder.
Although she has the exterior of a boulder,
She bares the softness of a flower in the soul of her.
Dare she crave love and affection or they’ll scold her.
If they ever see her sweat, they’ll troll her.
Fact is, they won’t ever break or fold her.
Fearfully and wonderfully made is what HE told her.
Believing anything less is the old her.
This new version is the gold her.
And through it all, her heart smiles, because she never sold her.