I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see flaws and blemishes.
Without them everyone seems flawless.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see healing scars.
Without them those scars look like badges of honor.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see a book of negativity.
Without them those minuses become pluses.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see taunting question marks,
Without them all those seem exclamation marks.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see a city of blinding lights.
Without them those lights become beacons.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see numerous hurdles,
Without them the hurdles become stepping stones.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see a long tedious journey.
Without them the destination is only next step.
I am ordinary.
I am a superwoman.
A superwoman without glasses.
With them, I see bold and clear and harsh.
Without them I see blurry and it's all just me.
Editor: Veiled_Intellect
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