These scars tell tales

Of memories and fails.

My pimples are the texture

To my face that is the canvas.

My curves are the structure

To my life that God has handed,

On to me, on to you

But we are very different the two.

For I live in peace and peace lives inside of me.

I live fully with no limitations.

While I am awake I live through my dreams

Allowing me to make lighter of a situation.

My tired eye's express my personality.

My voice paints rainbows like my homosexuality.

My charcateristics give me immortality,

Breaking from my expression my words are lawless,

I do not oppress my soul in the chains of reality,

I am one with my flaws, therefore I am flawless.