The essence of beauty
Only feels
Not visible from my eyes
It's me, it's me! I cry
When I see through eye to eye
In the mirror
The reflection of goodness comes
I feel beautiful myself
Silence surrounds me
I think more to the core about beauty
"physical appearance is just an appearance of illusion"
Black ones cry, white ones stand in pride.
Both in illusion
My colour? I can't choose
Eyes seeing beyond the body
And my soul says "I am beautiful"

Amisha (from future): If anyone does not like this poem, I understand. I was just a child. I am not a big fan of this poem either. 

Should I take it as a mark of embarrassment?  Well no. Maybe a bit. I hope no one gets to come this far to read this poem. If anyone makes it let me know.