Flawless
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Flowing from my tongue is a river of speech,But flawless is nowhere in my vocabularyTherefore I won’t preach about what I think is flawlessBut more of why my flaw is less.Beauty is in the eye of the beholderWell if that’s so, than why is your language so vulgarWhen it comes to me.Why point out my insecurities?And not just give me security?My impurities are pure and that’s my example of flaw and flawlessIt doesn’t make sense.The subject so intense, but not really;So I’ll write to my true fans of judgment sincerely, flaw.And to the ones who drop there jaw when I walk by,I guess flaw is nowhere in their eyesBut those are the ones that are obnoxious to meThe ones who don’t inspire my only canvas, my mind.This is the austere beauty of different persons, different faces, and people from different places;See everybody has some type of beauty about themIt doesn’t matter what size your waist is your mind is beautiful keep imagining the differentPlaces you’d like to see keep imaginingThings that are only imaginary.Beauty is really within the mindA pretty face is nothing but a vaporBut the mind can leave a mark on this world.So for the poets keep writing on paperAnd making something out of nothing,Be an inspiration, numbing to the soulSo deep in words the mind loses controlAnd goes into another dimension.Driving on gravel and fixed rocksLife is a lie but we cover it up like bare feet in socks.We can’t cover everything upBecause the light always outshines the black,But how is that?So when people say black doesn’t crack, well it does.