Theirs And Mine

I look at their brown tanned skin,
Their bleach blonde hair.
I look at their bright white teeth,
Their faces so fair.
I looked at their heavy eyelashed eyes,
Their plump, soft lips.
I look at their perfectly polished nails,
Their flat tummy and narrow hips.
I look at their long slender legs,
Their sexy backsides.
I look at their gorgeous bikined bodies,

I look at mine and want to hide.

I look at my Snow White skin,
My dulling blonde hair.
I look at my slightly screw teeth
My skin freckled with tears.
I look at my dark raccooned eyes,
My lips slightly cracked.
I look at my nails chomped short,
My baby fat bulging but still in tact.
I look at my vastly scarred legs,
My bush-man bum.
I look at my full-bodied costume,
That never sees the sun.

I cannot even begin to compare,
With looks, with clothes, with make up and hair.

But alas there is something that sets us apart,
Not the beauty of my body but the beauty of my heart.

I look at my heart filled with joy and content,
Bursting with love, happiness and consent.
I'm proud of who I am,
What makes me.
Thank you God,
In your eyes I'm as perfect as can be!