The pretty girl

All my life I wished I was pretty

As pretty as the most popular girl in my school

I tried 

I tried so hard to fit in 

And to be pretty

But nothing worked 

I dressed and acted like her 

But it still wasn’t enough 

Until I met him 

At first I felt insecure around him

And sad for him asking myself 

Why me 

Why did he choose me instead of her 

But then I realized 

It’s because I have something that she never had 

I have the personality 

While she had the looks

While she was cruel and mean 

I was kind and sweet

I finally realized that being pretty isn’t on the outside 

But on the inside 

The inside is the only thing that matters 

So I ask myself again

Am I pretty

The answer to that is yes

I am pretty 

Because of my huge heart 

And the possibility it holds

So I guess my family was right 

You don’t have to look pretty 

To be pretty 

So just remember

A pretty face

Doesn't mean

A pretty heart

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Savannah. Beauty is skin-deep. Kind heart, soft voice and a friend. This is what beauty is.
"The answer to that is yes
I am pretty
Because of my huge heart
And the possibility it holds"
I agree with the above lines and thank you for sharing your strong and honest poetry.
Coyote

[Savannah Gossett]

Thank you Coyote and I hope other girls out there read this and believe in themselves not to be better but to feel pretty because they are!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Us, who love to write. We must remind them dear Savannah. You are welcome.