Beauty Has Its Price Poem by Phoenix Rory

Look at that her with the shy smile
The one you say has all the style
Red hair, big baby blues
If she wanted a guy she could choose
You think she has everything she wants
But you don't hear the slimy taunts
Like: Baby, come over here
Let me hold you, Dear
Sweetie, why don't you come
Darling, you're the one
Beauty must survive the fight
Make it through this darkest night
And beauty, she must stand tall
Hold her head up, survive them all
And when she's a woman I hope she'll be
A beauty, and still me