My eyes are the key to my soul,

But what if it's bland like a troll,

My nose must be sharp and defined,

But what if it's flat beyond reprimand,

My lips should be pink and we'll shaped,

But what if they're dark and ill-raised,

My cheekbones are to be high in the skies,

But what if they're watered down and hanging nigh,

My eye shape is to be cat like and alluring,

But what if it's droopy and dangling,

My bones are to be thin and small,

But what if they're large like a mall,

My skin is to be fresh and perfect,

But what if it's splotched with defect,

Those imperfections are many wield,

Taken to be fixed in many guilds.



I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this. So, how was it?


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