Who calls the shots?

I may not be what you envisioned

That perfect porcelian doll.

It wasn't my decision

It's not your shot to call.

Sorry I don't look at a person's parts

When in love I fall.

I look at their heart.

But that's not your shot to call.

Whether I be blonde or brunette

Short or very tall

My body is something I won't regret,

But that's not your shot to call.

What I see in my reflection,

Is imagination mixed with alcohol.

But idividuality isn't an infection,

It's also not your shot to call.

Maybe I'm disabled

But that's not my downfall.

I'm still strong and abled,

What I can do isn't your shot to call.

So what if I'm not the same?

No one is a perfect porcelian doll.

You can't put me to shame,

Because it was never your shot to call.