Me

You say that I am not perfect

You talk about my folds

Oh baby! You don’t understand

It’s the fire in my belly that I hold

My pride is real I don’t boast

I celebrate myself everyday, To myself, I raise a toast

When I carried the baby with dignity and beauty

It was something so Devine not just a duty

I am beautiful with my stretch marks and my scars

I am so blessed that I can touch the stars

I work on myself tirelessly each and every day

But I also know that I am enough in every single way

There is growth and improvement in everything I do

Every morning I wake up I start a life anew !

Komal 😃