Superficial Girl

                              Daddy's little girl. 

                            Your momma's world. 

                                 Fresh face, 

                                 Clear skin, 

                You look like you've just stepped off a magazine. 

                        All the guys say you're a cutie. 

                         Straight A's are your grades. 

                       Picture Perfect house you live in. 

                           You pass me in the hall, 

                               Watch me trip, 

                                 You laugh 

                                  As I fall. 

                            Scorn me to my face. 

                            Slapping me with your 

                           Golden tongued words. 

                                I'm sorry that 

                         I don't have a lot of money. 

                    And that my face isn't always stunning. 

                And my clothes are from the second hand shop. 

                  And my family's cars aren't always running. 

                             But I wash my face, 

                               Brush my teeth. 

                             I try the best I can. 

                         I've noticed you carry a book 

                              Wherever you go, 

                              Bearing the name- 

                                  "Bible." 

                         One very much like my own. 

                So, before you look at me with superficial eyes, 

                        Try actually opening the book 

                          And reading a verse or two