I Am

Her hair is greying at an alarming rate Every now and then, she looks at her face aghast to see the new wrinkles that have appeared Her eyes tell a story that should never have to be told Gravity is merciless as it pulls us back into the earth As she peers from the inside out she sees the world ever changing and not always to the benefit of mankind Everyone seeming to be so perfect With high tech software to make any flaws disappear and surgical intervention A high price to pay for self-worth She wonders if this is a really what the world has come to? A new race of super-beings Or is it pseudo-beings? She is imperfect in every way just like a raw diamond Just a lump of carbon With the proper care and polish it becomes perfect Its possibilities are only discernible to those with a keen eye A raw diamond cares not what the world thinks of it It just IS... ...But to those with open eyes it is priceless...