A Beautiful Dove

I see my reflection

In the waves of the sea

In the mirrors in my house

And in the windows of the city

I see the models

On the televsision screens

They look so glamorous

They don't look like me

But I realize, 

Nobody does

For I am who I am-

A Beautiful Dove

And if there was a clone of me, 

Or I, a clone of someone,

I would be unhappy

There would be two instead of one

Who needs perfection-

You're perfectly you

God loves us all the way we are,

And you should, too