#wokeuplikethiswednesday

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A word that I've used,

More often than not.

The word itself,

Looks like a work of art.

 

Wednesday, I look okay.

I went to school, makeup I had clung to

Now washed away.

 

I look at myself sometimes and see,

The little imperfections,

God carefully stitched together to make me, me.

Suddenly my once crooked smile,

Is a crooked kind of perfect.

My eyes, which I once despised;

Too big to be Marilyn Monroe,

But big enough to be Audrey Hepburn.

Those eyes discovered love in themselves,

Lit up like lights on Broadway.

My curves, once the bane of my being,

Are now statuesque.

 

Yes, I woke up like this.

I go to bed like this too.

Please hate on me,

There's not a thing that you can do.

 

I've finally decided to practice what I preach;

To learn what I teach.

Learn to be #flawless.

Earn the right to be #flawless.

No matter what you do.

Keep on being you, boo.

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