" WHY NOT BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE ..."

Is it when you look in the mirror you disguise yourself, to yourself
Is it that indecision in understanding how you feel stuck up on the shelf
Maybe just dust yourself off, forget your worth impecunious
You're just not seeing straight, cuz it's not your strange moodiness
Or is it that you're afraid, worried that a weeping willow is all you are
Strong and steadfast in moral fiber, but no strut like girls in bars
You're forgetting who you're talking to, to throw this in our faces
It's not that you're a playboy bunny, just trading places
You're a shining light that came from your parents Love
You're spending too much time not understanding what you're from
You're a daughter of the most magnificent being ever conceived
A celestial incarnation of the most decorated of family tree's
A light with perfect weight, pretty face, no conflicting states of mind
You're the picture on heavenly money, sexy and divine
You're so beautiful that within the confines of your insecure heart
There's a mysterious, smoldering, luscious, flirting tart
So have a little fun with it
Blow the minds of all the doubters
Take your clothes off, and then dance
A naked dance
That reveals, a joyful
Playful
Heart...

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)