perfect, NOT ME

her cacoon is see through 

inside she's a busy caterpillar 

her goal is perfection

big nose, fix it

no curves, fix it 

too short, fix it 

she's busy working away, 

frustrated with what she can't fix 

thick lips, nappy hair 

brown skin, smart mouth 

she can't help it 

but wish she can change it 

she looks in the mirror, 

deep into her own eyes 

& she can see her soul

her soul is crying 

but something sparkles deep, 

deep within her soul

hope is sparkling 

trying to break through, 

as she comes to realize, 

it thrives & thrives 

thrashing anything in its way

you won hope

so as she steps from her cacoon 

she is the same as the way she came 

no alters, no filters 

just her