This poor body of mine which I've shown nothing but neglect.
In an imperfect world why must I have to be perfect?
Why should I care?
All their words, but not one is fair.
Those words shouldn't matter.
They're all just fools who know nothing but to play "follow the leader".
I refuse to be a part of that pack,
Their unrealistic standards are enough to make a girl's heart crack.
Why must you care for the "desirable" features I lack?
Why judge my unique features?
Is it because you're a crowd of jealous leachers?
Having nothing better to do other than to bring me down,
You can't cause these beautiful lips of mine to frown.
I don't need your useless validation,
I am a beautiful woman of man's creation.
I am human,
Bound to the strings of this imperfect world of man.












