I ve always been more than just a pretty face. Someone who sees beyond race or gender, I see people for who they are and what they try to hide. I have my pride, I refuse to subside and cry. I cant bring myself to do it and go through it. The tears from the years, are tucked away, where they will stay.

This is what I wanted to say, I have it my way, I am not just a pretty face. There is more to life than what is on the surface. I would rather be cast aside. I know what is on the inside, and that is what matters. Even if it shatters peoples ideals. My ideals are solid. I stand firm and believe in things other than the perfect image or the super-consumer status.

I have courage to care, I have friends that are real, they know me for who i am. They see what is there and they share the same concepts. I am average I get by,I never ask why?. Although I do not have a small frame and perfect cheek bones. There are way more important things than a pretty face. Life is too short, too important, to get by on looks.