I Call It Porcelain

Some call is porcelain,

some call it unhealthy,

some call it ivory,

some call it disgusting

My skin is pale, my cheeks are dotted

I blend with the walls, but when I blush it's obvious.

I call it opaque,

some call it veiny,

I call it flawless,

but some think I'm deceiving.

My veins are easily seen, it's true

You can see them now, running down-blue

I hear people say,"Cover up!" "Are you ill?"

"Look at her! How pale!" "Go fix yourself!"

What is there to fix?

My legs are like ivory,

my cheeks-like china

I glow in the dark, 

my skin catches eyes.

My skin is flawless,

no added dyes.