No, I don’t want to look like others.
I don’t admire their fair skins
Or zero figures.
I am not one of many
Mass produced in the factory
Of beauty products
Shuttling down the conveyor belt
With identical bodies and souls
No thought of their own.
I accept myself with all the imperfections,
For they make me unique.
If you are looking for perfection,
Go knock on some other door.