I may not be beautiful,
I may not be tall,
I may have no legs,
And be hairy and all.
I may not be rich,
With lifestyle or clothes,
I may not tweet,
For my arms are too low.
I may have warts,
An acne or two,
I may be incomplete,
Compared to all of you.
But when I see,
The reflection of me,
I see someone beautiful,
And I know it's me.