This Is beauty
The flower sprouts overnight, the petals bloom
You are born, in a few, your teeth want to fall off
You were once but a micro but now you are a macro
You fall 8 times, you stand up 9
You trust, you get hurt, you hate then trust again
This is the beauty of becoming
You don\'t allow the negative to hold the real authentic you
You outgrow the hurt and say my heart won\'t hurt
I am the beauty and the becoming is me