Like the Beautiful Red Roses Hidden by the Sharp Thorns
Magnificent from Above Where No Eyes can See the Buds ready to Boom
Gazeing into a Mirror Reminds me that I can't See My Reflection
There is No Sorrow or Anger or Tears to be Shed
Gladness Always Appears Because I know I will not Obsess over My Complexion
Constantly Change out of my Makeup or
Think I Need to Change My Clothes
Only to Realize Later That I’m Perfect The Way I Am
Written by Muniza Master
