Everyone wants to be pretty…
When pretty’s just a toss of the dice…
Nothing of consequence really
Not like being generous or nice
She is more than her brain
And her pretty face
She isn’t her gender
And she isn’t her race
Praise her for her brave efforts
And her hard-won bold voice
Not for what DNA has gifted
For which she had nary a choice
Too many breeze through
On praise never earned
Their character stays shallow
New depths never learned
So if someone praises you
For being pretty or smart
They have only noticed
Your smallest of parts.
bjb 1974
barb j beyers 