Imperfect Human

My low seemed skin shreds the weight of those who bring me down

My maghogandy almond eyes capture the imperfections all around me

But my soul and mind know the true beauty in me

My arms, oh my arms, know how much work I have done

My face, my face of diversity, has been covered with lies

and hardened by insecurity

Speak to me lord

Why i must look this way

In the mirror I see myself

me

This who I am

The scars, the pores, this smile of mine so grand

is all of me

I AM human

All these imperfections make me, me

Therefore I am Beautiful

I am flawless

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