Flawless

Sometimes I look in the mirror and think "What if I were not the same?"

What if my body had a better shape, my skin was a different color, or I had a different name?

Would I still look into the mirror and wonder these same old things?

Or would I be content and want to remain that way?

Nobody is perfect, that is a fact

But I am who I am, and I am fine with that.

Others may point out all of my imperfections

But only I can truly see my reflection.

So as I gaze back into my own eyes

I see what is truly inside.

So let them say what they want to about how I'm flawed.

Because I know that I'm flawless, no matter what I am called.

 

 

 

 

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