Mommy made me beautiful

With hair of spun gold,

She hand-picked my features

So I'll be extolled.

Imagine what I'd look like

Without her biomold!

I would be horrendous,

Or so I've been told.

Mommy made me worthy

Of her loving embrace,

With just a few edits,

I'm beauty and grace.

She clothes me in dresses

Made of silk and lace,

I deserve the best

To match my pretty face.

Mommy made me special,

Unlike all of my peers,

They were formed at random,

Or so it appears.

They see my perfection,

And weep bitter tears,

I can't cry unprogrammed,

It's not in my gears.

Mommy made me valuable

With paper green galore,

She said she had some extra,

So me she could adore.

She dropped a-hundred grand

A few months before,

It's just enough money

To protect me from ignore.

Mommy made me novel,

The rarest of the rare,

I am fully human,

But no one can compare.

Fashioned oh-so-carefully,

Pottery like a square,

Designed without blemish,

So people stop and stare.

I am hand-crafted,

The perfect dictate,

If it weren't for my mommy,

Would I even equate?

I don't usually do author's notes on my poems, but I feel like this one needs some context. This is done from the perspective of a designer baby. It's basically a child whose genes have been specially designed by his or her parents to look or be a certain way.