How could they?


People replace the word beauty with flaw .

How could they do such a thing?

To tear a sister, a girl, and my dream.

By ridiculing what makes me unique.

I would look in the mirror to see flaw written on my face.

It was nothing I did but,

someone elses small-minded mistake.

Trust me I undertand I am flawless.

For perfection is found far deeper within the bounds of skin.

It is found within! 


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