A flaw is a mistake

That we cant seem to erase

You call them accidents

Ugly, mistakes, quirks, fouls on the play

But to me they are stories told in a play

My play

Where I am the star and the world is my stage

Because the victors write the story

As I write this I cry

Colorful tears

I am going to tear the Veil

Because I want to see paradise

See my teeth

The crooked too big buck like teeth

You told me I looked a mess

But through these teeth

Ive decided to change the world

See the glasses adorned on my face

They help to see the world

For all its hurts and it pearls

Warts and All flawed and less

See these hands a bit to small

They can reach through the cracks

Of the broken shields and walls

My flaws to you are my motivation

And someday I will change the world

I am

Pretty with purpose posture poise

Determined dedicated different

Brilliant beautiful bright

Confident, caring compassionate

I may seem flawed but I am not less

And these are my stories