Beautiful

My looks,
Will disappear.
My social standing,
Will lose its value.
My political values,
Will take a back seat.
My race,
Will not be seen.
My gender,
Will be unimportant.
My education level,
Will be obsolete.
And on that celebrated day,
I will then be seen,
Simply,
And completely,
As beautiful.
Viewed with loving eyes,
And a tender heart…
Nothing in life matters,
But who you are.
I will not be judged by the scars I wear
But by the colors with which two souls share.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Rachel Scott.

 

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