Your age does not define you Nor the clothes that you wear. Your complexion does not define you, Or the name that you bare. Your height isn't the real you. Or what you think you know. What Defines a person, Is the prayers you give. The greetings you say. What Defines You is the smiles you receive, The tears you weep.
What Defines You, Is the real you. The you when you're alone in your room. You're the songs that you sing loudly. The things you believe in. You are the people you love so dearly, The future only you believes in. The natural beauty you own defines you, And not the makeuped face you intimidate from your phone. But all you did was to forget, When you decided you were defined by people, not yourself. By things that doesn't even exist with you, What Defines You I the you by yourself and nothing else!