Perfect Imperfection

Mon, 01/12/2015 - 03:17 -- Favour1

My eyes shut,

My ears burst,

My lips locked,

I see the words,

I hear the rhymes,

And I scream..."I'm Tired"

Tired of the labels that hardly enable,

Of the people that hardly knew me, yet consumed me

Tired of the concoction of misconceptions,

Of people who define before the definition, 

Tired of the silence of words exulted with vehemence,

But above all...I'm tired of being tired

I stand tall,

I stand proud,

I stand here on my own two feet,

Eyes open, ears unbroken, lips unlocked...

Here I Stand!

The perfect imperfection

Me.

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