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My Maker


The Perfect  curled hair? 

you've seen it berfore.

The beautiful blue eyes?

Ive dreamed it once or more.

The beach body you admire?

Ive been to the gym.

The mirror you look in?

Well Take a look again.

My hair barely flows

My lips? they dont glow.

My eyes? psh! yeah right!

theyre brown, thats alright.

My makeup? Thats nothing

I can still shine my light!

See my maker has made me 

He has made me just right

I dont need mabeline 

Just the heart i hold tight

my laugh its not perfect 

but who really cares?

Your friends you say?

well come over here.

my face has those freckles.

my thighs, theres no gap.

take out my contacts.

ill show you for real.

theres no filter needed

no one elses to steal.

ill read a few books 

the stories ill have to tell

because i love how i look

my maker did well.

so look in YOUR mirror

now show me the you.

Your perfect dont you see?

The one who made me made you too.

theres no need for that look

Well because you are you

so take down the filter 

ill dare you too

so you can see your beautiful

just being you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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