I Call It Me

The real me

Is someone you cannot judge

Because you’re not around when she’s out

You will never see.

The real me

Contradicts the vision you witnessed.

Pure hearted, big smiles, no cares

Her soul seems to be free,

The real me

Without that Mayfair, X-Pro II, or Ludwig effect.

Make-up, eyelashes, nails tell me

How attractive would I be?

The real me

Knows better than to please man

My beauty is natural, but the world…

They charge a fee.

The real me is not perfect, nor does size matter

There’s nothing more comfortable than your own skin,

Than my own skin…

I call it me.