I am the "curl up to read four books in a day" kind of girl.

Though I am no pearl,

I am the "hates makeup and purses" kind of girl.

Now, let it be known,

That I have flown

Many miles to sculpt my own

Version of perfection

As a collection of imperfection

That I proudly wear as a flag,

Similar to a burlap bag;

It will sag, snag, and drag

Across endless frontiers

Bringing tears, cheers, and jeers

From mutineers 

Begging for a chance to be heard yet unheard.

I am the "content in my own body" kind of girl,

And I wouldn't change it for any pearl.