Not Quite

Eyes, not quite a midnight hue,
A blur of many shades of blue,
This smile really isn't sweet,
And, yes, there's scratches on these feet.

Of course, these teeth aren't pearly white,
This nose might not, say, raise the bar,
This skin's not pure, yes, it's been torn,
'Cause, yes, this body has been worn.

Say, ya, this hair is darkish blonde,
And, da, these lips have kissed a blade,
Oh, ja, this mind might not be cleanest,
Oui, sí, sí, so, so, we're made.

Non, no plastic upon this skin,
And, no, no metal plates within,
No, real, not perfect, far from, oui,
But you are you and I am me.