No thing, but me

No make-up, no dress,
No hair-style, no heels,
Will play the role I should,
Will undo the mistakes I've done
Will keep me from crying, or dying.
No wax, no brush,
No bra, no cream,
Will perfection-ate my imperfection,
Because my imperfection is perfect,
My brain has no eyelashes to thicken,
My spirit needs no haircut
My soul wears no gown
I am my inside
What you don’t see at first sight