A woman is perfect
in her own eye
when the mirror tells her
that the curvy reflection
is no lie

A woman is perfect
in the public eye
when she cooks
and she cleans
and she saves money when she buys

A woman is perfect
in a family’s eye
when she teaches the girls
and she bathes the boys
and her only complaint is an exasperated sigh

A woman is perfect
in a man’s eye
when she celebrates his victories
and manages the bills
and keeps his ego riding high

But a woman is only perfect
in the inside
when her man is at his lowest
and all hell has broken loose
the money’s all gone
and the house they’ll lose
and the children are wearing hand-me-down’s
and worn out shoes
the car’s broken down
and all the unemployment ‘as been used
and yet she still has the strength
to pick up her man
and carry the family on her back
and get them all to stand
with chin’s held high
and still give her man a kiss
and look him in the eye
to tell him the she loves him
and everything will be alright