imperfections
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I was so busy looking for his imperfection;not realizing I was distracted by a mirage of self complexing, images of my heart previously torn and keeping the guards up. ~Melissa V~
Skin of glass, lips of rubies,
Porcelain pastes of bitter bruises.
A careful beauty
Hides the lies
That lie within
The bones of you.
STRONG
BOLD
FIERCE
WIN;
Perfect. Me.
TEST
HIT
THRUST
FIGHT;
Torn.
FIX
BEAT
CRUSHED
STOMPED;
Changed.
FAIL
BROKEN
CRY
i looked into the mirror and saw nothing i wanted to see.
i still had a belly that stuck out to far
my thighs still large.
my breasts, not impressive at all
i see the cuts on my thigh
the cuts on my wrist
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul.
I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow.
I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
Cracked lips, crooked teeth
Uneven posters, tattered torn wreaths
Cheap shampoo, untamed hair
Honking cars, smoke infused air
Profanity carved tables, eraser-less pencils
Leaking roofs, rusty utensils
I am a contradiction,
A perfect contradiction.
On looking in from outside,
I think I'd pass inspection.
My nails are neat, each hair in place.
My clothes the latest styles.
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
To scream, I could only wish
my mouth, forever silenced
by duct tape and lead,
remains a barrier
between myself and the world
between my heart and my head.
Because you said i was beutiful i began to redifined myself, God began to work. You loved my inperfections, my weaknesses, my hurt. You loved my scars from the inside out so I let you make love me emotionally and physically.
You look in the mirror,
Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see.
But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
"Girl, you might as well just stop"
Well , I dont believe I ever asked you
When were you ordained the power of God to delegate what I can and what I cant do?
A pale white mask sits all alone
Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown.
Hidden behind it is an identity unknown
The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
The world is its imperfections;
Never faltering.
Fading...
Into fixed memories,
The world owes nothing
In our wake.
A whole becomes astray
In the midst of
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star?
Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess
With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back
Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm
I parked in a garage, eat that
Running late to school, teachers late
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me. I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
When you were little, you were small.
Everyone was.
When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans,
Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
Being impeccable is over-rated,
unattainable, impossible, and even outdated.
I prefer my goofy smile,
and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle,
over that of a life monotonous with perfection.
To be brought and to age
in a world of masks
To be raised and trained
to forge my own
To be afraid to be without it
At the end of the day
I'm still me
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take.
Legs so powerful that carry my weight
and knees that allow them to bend.
I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed
to be in this world created by God.
Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed,
Are exactly where he meant them to be.
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop. Average? No.Perfect? No.
Is anything really a flaw?
Our personal quirks whether liked or not should never be shamed,
We have character,
We are unique,
We are not marred by our "flaws" but inhanced
We have no imperfections ,
"Your flaws are your perfection"
This what I've always been told
That I am perfect because I am not
But I disagree
Thoughts of nothing
In times of despair
I see you strutting
Like you don't see me here
I wished to fly like a choir on high
To live like a new being awoken
To be sheet thin and soar the sky
There were times when I wasn’t happy with who I was.
There were times I was too confident in myself
There were times where all I wanted to do was run and hide.
I wake up every morning asking myself Is that really you?
Why was I born this way?
all these flaws I see in the mirror looking at myself
could I change these flaws?
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme,
Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines.
A girl with boring brown hair,
With simple green eyes,
And pale skin and blemishes,
Even when I do my best, My best is not enough
No matter how many good things I do, one bad thing erases them all
stragley hair that won't straigten
freckles that makeup can't cover up
chapped lips
"oops I broke a nail"
uneven toes
too small of eyes
stubby fingers
"I'm not skinny enough"
Your life is art
The deep, icy blue of your eyes
And how they glisten amidst a gorgeous, ivory canvas
That canvas is wrinkled with the lines from your smiles
But I would never straighten it out
My imperfections are the
greatest things in the world.
How I never get the floor completely clean,
Insult my bratty little sister,
Get angry at my faulty computer;
I let the chills take over
The feeling of being unwanted
A storm raining on my parade
For my feelings came crashing down
Raining confessions
Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections
Sorry I wasn't cut from a silk scarf Sorry that I grew up in the projects with roaches n rats Niggas selling dope to my momma flexing their yard pecks I'm sorry I was born to 2niggas n not no riccan or white man.
