I find beauty in that...that rather small blemish.

why fight it,

when really there's nothing to diminish.

It were already perfect as it was.

I was born this way therefore, I am perfect in Gods eye.

Exactly how he wanted me to be.

Theres no flaw,

just originality,

Like a foreign beat in someone else's technicality,

but maybe it's better that way.

Maybe being different is what makes you so great,

its a beautiful, a beautiful imperfection. 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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