Take Home Material

I'd like to think I'm take home material

Not the type of immaterial trophy you’d polish solely for luster 

But the kind of girl who could fluster any man with the truth

No I'm not the typical. 

I mean some guys would think I'm cynical

for being capable of saying the things that girls think

but never truly think of saying out loud 

I am profound.

I choose mind over matter, my contentment is sound. 

I am my own being. 

You see “her” as an object, not a sensitive being

But I am not "she" and I am not "her" 

I am me. 

If you can't seem to accept me and all of my assets 

I must quickly suggest that you don't take your next step in my direction. 

Yes, my hopes are set high, and I seek pure perfection— nothing less

Not the type of perfection you would seek in complexion, 

I'm speaking of the most beautiful flaws. 

I want the truth of it all

See, I'd like to think that I'm take home material. 

I hope that one day one man will love me for me— set aside from appearance

And one day he'll gaze into my eyes and tell me in the sincerest of voices

that I'm the one nearest to his heart.