I’m not sorry for my imperfections.
I’m not sorry for my qualities.
I’m not sorry that I’m beautiful,
Not Sorry that I breath.
I’m not sorry for my heritage,
my inadvertant, colour, visage.
I’m not sorry that I turn a head
or two, when I walk past.
Not sorry that my smile is bright
that, you’ll watch me till I’m out of sight.
Not sour, that her face scowls when she will not match my light.
To be, just who I am.
Happy, I don’t give a damn
when you can’t see,
you should not be