Hair so big and tightly coiled
that people don’t always know what to think of it.
Dark spots. Acne scars. Too short. Too skinny.
“Do you even eat? Are you on a diet or something?”
No, not really.
No thanks, for your concern.
Painfully shy. Quiet voice. Feels like I’m screaming at the drive thru speaker.
“Why don’t you talk? You’re so anti.”
I just did, only you didn’t listen.
As in, eighteen years old but mistaken for twelve.
Large, beautiful eyes [or so I think]
That garner statements like
“Your eyes are so big”
But meant in a “good way”
That is rarely seen
Because the day-to-day
Is so exhausting
Perfectly imperfect because
I’m not tall [enough]
My skin isn’t clear [Enough.]
And I don’t speak loudly [ENOUGH!]
I call myself flawless [in the middle of the night]
because I’ve been called
Everything but, so
It makes me feel better
Even if flawless is a lie,
Or the true meaning has been misconstrued,
I shout it up to the sky
to catch your attention.
Love and Understanding
Joy and the state of being Carefree [for all of us]
Flawless [Perfectly Imperfect]