True beauty is the cracks in a dried callused hand
That works tirelessly for others
Never stopping to consider its advancement

True beauty is the flash of an unmade up face
Ignoring the perfectly built world of cosmetic splendor
Preferring instead the realm of imagination

True beauty is the bystander who stands up
Paying no attention to threats and abuse
Craving in its place a peaceful society

True beauty is not a fake tan and the longest lashes
It is a place that resides within
For some, deeper than others

True beauty finds a place
In the heart of each and every one of us
All you need to do

Is find it.