Your beauty was unfamiliar
You looked like nobody on this earth
You were different, unique
Because of your appearance and your personality
A strong personality
Built, hardened as the trials went by
Because you fought again rejection and pain
Pain caused by people perception towards you
I hoped that your appearance could become an advantage
That your beauty was going to be found
That you were going to be a man
And, at last, that you lived you life
In fact, they didn’t see you
They analysed your appearance
Without looking deep in your soul
Where hidden your beauty was real
Please, could you correct this poem... quickly because it is for friday afternoon