Beautifully Me
I am a girl.
Not just any girl, a girly girl.
After a night of beauty sleep I rise from my bed,
Dance over to my bathroom and become an artist.
I have as many tools as a construction worker.
Each with a specific task.
Every morning my fresh canvas awaits a masterpiece.
Time consuming? A little.
Worth it? Yes!
Anyone might fail to see past this glam.
But a princess lives in my soul.
The Lord of the universe covers my heart with beauty.
Glittering inside of me sends a sparkle out my eye.
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