Who I am is what I am
Turn the pages of the women's magazine poised models in the latest fashion or the revolution of plastic surgery.
No thank you I am who I am.
People say wear some make-up put on that skirt, I smile and say no thank you I am not a living doll.
I ask why do try so hard to cover and change?
Why do want to rub the makeup over your face?
I am full of inner grace.
I am no porcelin beauty, but a real human.
I put forth no mask for the world.
Image swamps the inner person so tied in reaching for outer alterations.
I don't drown here in a sea of changed bodies.
Who I am is not an altered version,but the real me.
Turn the pages of the women's magazine poised models in the latest fashion or the revolution of plastic surgery.
No thank you I am who I am.
People say wear some make-up put on that skirt, I smile and say no thank you I am not a living doll.
I ask why do try so hard to cover and change?
Why do want to rub the makeup over your face?
I am full of inner grace.
I am no porcelin beauty, but a real human.
I put forth no mask for the world.
Image swamps the inner person so tied in reaching for outer alterations.
I don't drown here in a sea of changed bodies.
Who I am is not an altered version,but the real me.
Imma Bookworm :)
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