Perfect not everyone can be
Perfect not the same to you and me
Perfect how can we really know
How Perfect someone is, it’s all show
She sees the daily magazines,
Like an actor studying for a part
She wants to be like them,
She feels it so strong in her heart
And those women on the T.V. screen,
With perfect hair they’re living the dream
The Dream that is masked as the truth,
The dream that she wants to prove
And how the mannequin sings so sweetly
As she passes by the shiny clean windows
Of the stores she cannot afford
She must, she must, she must have more
Her mind feels so cluttered like a dream she cannot awake
She searches everyday to attain the Perfect make
Why wasn’t she born with beauty and Perfect skin
Why can’t her life be like the rest of them
Why should they have it all, why does she feel so small
Perfect not everyone can be
Perfect not the same to you and me
Perfect how can we really know
How Perfect someone is, IT’S ALL SHOW!
Copyright@ 2010 Cheryl Edwards
Please Read -Disclaimer I am not a professional poet. I can only offer advice and my personal knowledge on the subject.
