Conveyor belt


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.


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