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Perfection
On a scale from one to ten
Is all women seem to hear
As if our worth is judged
On how many men leer
Beauty is not a standard
It is more of a state of mind
It's being kind and loving
When looks are left behind
Our value is not the opinion
Of those who do not see
Every tear and every sorrow
Of being who you want to be
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That beholder should be you
Never let another determine your worth
Never let them dictate what you do
On a scale from one to ten
You are perfect as you are
Keep your head up, girls
Shine like your lucky star
© Shelby Pryor
Is all women seem to hear
As if our worth is judged
On how many men leer
Beauty is not a standard
It is more of a state of mind
It's being kind and loving
When looks are left behind
Our value is not the opinion
Of those who do not see
Every tear and every sorrow
Of being who you want to be
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That beholder should be you
Never let another determine your worth
Never let them dictate what you do
On a scale from one to ten
You are perfect as you are
Keep your head up, girls
Shine like your lucky star
© Shelby Pryor
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