Her hair was soft like velvet
Body tan, a sunkissed glow
Her nails done bi-weekly
She'd walk in and they would know.
They would know she is "perfection"
A real woman, the ripest peach
But did anyone care to ask her
What's really underneath?
What's underneath that perfect smile
Underneath the expensive clothes
Underneath that vibrant woman
Maybe no one dares to know.
What makes a person perfect
Their looks, personality, beliefs
And maybe she just isn't perfect
And never wants to be.
This isn't about that woman
Or the issues she's been through
But is anyone really perfect
That's the question I ask you.
About the Creator
Holly Lea
You can ask me how I am doing... and I’ll reply with “I’m good.” But if you really want to know how I am doing... these poems are how I’ll be understood.
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