Imperfect yet perfect

by Tirzah Shams

My eyes are not perfect
Nor my lips, nor my hair
Always seeing flaws
That aren’t even there

I know I’m too short
And don’t have the perfect grades
And as I enter home
I’m not surrounded by maids

My eyes are not blue
Nor my skin really fair
I don’t have the perfect
Straight blonde hair

My figure is not perfect
I’m not an hour glass
My earrings are not gold
For they’re made of brass

I can’t do good makeup
Nor have I a fashion sense
The need to look perfect
Always makes me tense

But now I know one truth
I am amazing, I am
I don’t need someone’s opinion
Nor the filters of a cam