Children aren't always kind; it's sad but true.
The little girl listened to the other children's
Taunts, but would not cry, Her name was Sara.
Sara's tears remained inside, deep in her heart.
She had been born with imperfections.
She tried not to look into mirrors.
It was as if a curse or an evil spell had
been cast on her, because inside Sara knew
She was meant to be a beautiful princess.
She cried her self to sleep.
The morning came, Sara work up,
with heartache, wishing she had woke up,
and her spell would have been broken.
She went to school with reluctance.
At school Sara could not believe her eyes.
Each child that had made fun of someone
had the same imperfections.
A magician had saw Sara's tears and got angry
with the children for the heartless taunts.
She offered comfort to the others.
Sara said a quiet prayer.
They aren't as strong as I am,
make them as they were.
For they can not survive as I do.
Her soft heart soothed others.
The magician smiled at Sara's wisdom.
He took the spell away from the other
Kids, but warned them that a cold and
mean heart was the worst imperfection
a person could have,
The kids looked at Sara and saw
the beautiful princess she was,
They wished they could be just like her.
Sara had courage, wisdom and a good heart.
Sara looked at her self through others eyes,
and discovered the princess inside.
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