My dad was always proud of me because I was capable,
Oh what a perfect child
My mother would boast about me to her friends because I was responsible ,
Oh what a perfect child
My relatives would praise me for looking desirable,
Oh what a perfect child
Somethings was always missing
Oh what a perfect child
I couldn’t put my finger on the emptiness within the words that kept hissing
Oh what a perfect child
Until a different set of words came out of their lips
Oh what a perfect person.
The first words that called me perfect for every aspect, they brushed my cheeks with their affectionate fingertips