flawless
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Sculpture:
You are sculpted so perfectly from start to finish you're my perfect image
Photography:
Like a photograph of a rose growing out of concrete
Despite who you are, I love you.
Despite where you came from, I love you.
Despite your age,
Despite what you are,
Despite your size, I love you.
Despite your looks, I love you.
〰 I Am that Real 〰
I am the element in the steel of these heels; the strength in this metal when it's chilled.
A woman with so much determination and will, because titanium flows freely through my organs and cells.
I woke up like this...
Except I didnt
I worked hard for this
I am a an ant.
Small, meaningless, expendable.
Afraid of being stomped on by him
For he is greater than I
your bones protruding through skin
nails through blocks of wood
this is not love.
and skipping dessert
for a boy
who never looks in your direction
this will not make him notice you.
The first time she fell in love
was when she saw a piece of paper
and felt an urge to spill her heart out.
She wrote new realities because hers
weren't so sweet.
She sees the world as it is:
You told me you were flawless.
I laughed and called it impossible.
Last time I heard it, being flawless wasn’t plausible.
Yet you still shouting out “Flawless”,
To about 96% of people that could care less.
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
Not with power and glory
Nor money and wealth
You'll see her in the corner
You'll see her by herself
You'll see that she's a loner
You cant stop me baby
You can't hold me back
I'm flying,
seeing stars
not dying
feeling for once
I'm shinning
being bright
no hiding
this is life.
Baby
What is flawless?
No bumps, no blemishes, no imperfections?
No personality.
That is flawless.
I am not flawless.
Scars from years of sports and clumsy moments.
No I did not wake up like this
Not unless I went to sleep last night and woke up in the dress
Cause normally I wake up mess
Because honey I'm too stressed
At least I stay blessed
I need no man to tell me I am BEAUTIUL,
I need no woman to tel me I am STRONG,
I need no teacher to tell me I am SMART,
I need no test to DEFINE me,
I know what I am,
I know who I am,
When you look at me, What do you see?
You see long, brown hair,You see big, blue eyes.You see crooked teeth with braces,You see a curved forehead with pimples.
When you look at me,What do you see?
I am flawless.
I am not flawless because of the amount of money I own
Nor am I flawless due to the color of my skin.
The length of my hair does not make me flawless
and neither do the clothes I wear.
Faded skin by Na’shon Kemp I DIDN’T PICK MY SKIN COLOR you dirty bastards with the beady eyes and the loose jaws. This is to those who run and move quickly from me and my family when they see us in the malls.
I am more than that which the eye can see you look at me and my situation where I am from and you judge me although my family is full of drug addicts and law breakers I am different I am quiet you think but in all reality I speak my mind I am sma
What does it mean
to see a rose growing
Strong
in the garden
Radiating
with such potential
It means
Confidence
a word so overlooked
yet, holds much more
Meaning.
The Color Rainbow-Stella D’Vine
We are all humans.
We are all colors.
We all form part of the color rainbow.
We should all be in different lines to form a rainbow instead of a mix in to create chaos.
Elixir-Stella D’Vine
Never knowing the reality I stand in is very frustrating.
I try to make the most of it, but I end up making the worst of it.
The call it excuses, I call it a legit reason.
My body isn't yours to define
no matter how hard you try
to fit me in your box
or fit in that top
I am not yours to define.
My feminimity isn't yours to define
just because I don't cry
A single light in the darkness
That's what I seek to be
Whatever flaws I have without
There is a light preserved in me
While others see the grim and harsh
I still have faith in humanity
the day i first met him i turned to stone.
my eyes seemed to fog over when he passed by me and my
normally nonstop lips fused together.
he seemed to fit so perfectly to me
like a lego in my lap but
i dont understand how people can say there flawless when:
no ones perfect
god doesnt say how to be flawless in the bible
But....
i do wake up flawless without makeup
and i also feel flawless when i dance
Measure it in the blood sweat and tears.
In the miles I walk instead of run.
In the stiff joints and long days.
In the freedoms I lose and the troubles I gain.
Tell me
why are you here all alone?
Here in the corner
with a pill bottle
and much more Advil
than you'll ever need
I'm so sorry
that no one ever told you
the
mirror
lies.
Filters on photographs
hide so many things
like the freckles on my nose
and the acne on my cheeks
Filters on my words
hide the real me
how I sometimes cuss like a sailor
No matter what they say
No matter who they want me to be
When I look in the mirror
I dont see what they see
I'm flawless to me
Nightshade waves cascade down
framing porecilin white skin
and red, seductive lips.
Her hips, gentle curves
that have been touched,
carressed.
At first she seems okay.
Try to see the best in me
and you will find something.
You will find a flaw, a perfect
imperfection.
I am containing myself,
my greatness,
my potential,
my future.
Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Everyone thinks they are great
But no one is better than me
I can predict the future
I have a photographic memory
And I control all beings
I find enlightment in my dreams
I make horror movies scream
My hair's in stylish knots,
Followed by raccoon eyes.
My loafing fashion's caught,
By the luring guys.
Naked face and naked eyes
I like wearing my own hair
My own face
and my own mind
People call me bold
For stepping out the house plain
Or without a hood
Because they fear the rain
My name is Brandon and I am a runner.
I run, I work, I learn.
I am always moving, even while asleep, and love to be outdoors.
I love learning and growing and always knowing.
Beauty is being kind
Beauty is being lovig
Beauty is being compassionate
Beauty is being understanding
Beauty is being true
A pure and real self is who you are
Can there really be
someone better than me?
No, there can't because
I'm the only one, you see
Ain't very many people with my personality
Not my name, not my talents or my family
You know it's hard to feel flawless when you've been where I've been, and seen what I've seen, and done what I've done.
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be
and don't have flawlwss skin.
My laugh is a little obnoxious,
but hey this is me.
I don't cake my face with makeup
to live up to the "beauty standard"
Water rushes in,
Cracks form
Glass breaks at the drop of a pin
Will you ever be warm?
It is falling apart.
Everything crumbling like a cookie in a two-year olds hand.
Water rushes in,
Cracks form
Glass breaks at the drop of a pin
Will you ever be warm?
It is falling apart.
Everything crumbling like a cookie in a two-year olds hand.
I am me in my purest form
I am me and all I adorn
I am the rolls hidden under my shirt
and under my nails, I am the dirt
I snore while I sleep
I lisp with my retainer
In the shower I weep
Impatience, jealousy, and insecurity consume me.
My actions walk in one direction but my intentions go in another.
We laugh at the freaks and the geeks
Because that’s just the way it is
Like smoke blown in our faces and a voice saying “That’s show biz”
We fear what we don’t know
I am flawless. I am flawless because I know of respect, fairness, trustworthiness, and honor and I apply each of these traits to my everyday life. I am flawless because my confidence and my self-respect is nearly immeasureable.
I wish I could be the pretty girl
The popular one
The one that everybody knows
The one that everyone wants to talk to
The girl everybody wants to hang out with
But no
I'm not the pretty girl
Here is a poem
About a flawless person:
It does not exist.
Everyone has their flaws.
Some people are kind of clumsy.
Others simply are very shy.
Acne, yes I have that
friends, I have thoes too
a sunny disposition and a passion for learning,
that is what I wear on my sleeve,
involved in my school,
I love to act,
I love to sing,
They say you always know which kids have no dad
You know the ones always starting something, doing bad,
roaming streets, making trouble, proving the stats right.
Now Uncle Sam trying to keep them in his sight
How to be FLAWLESS
What does it mean?
F is for fearful
L is for Lean
A is for Astounding
W is for Wishful
L is for Ladies who are or are not single
E is for everyone
S is for Simple
Behind the glitz and the glam,
Is just a face.
That is something,
You cannot erase.
Covered by things,
That are not you.
Once they are removed
You are true.
I don't appreciate
when you approach me
just to tell me that I'm so blessed
with such a sexy body.
And you have no right
to be offended when
I don't kiss the ground you walk on
Me a female evolving into a peice of the world.
I speak , words sway from within my mouth
almost like heaven in the distance
I am Me, Myself and I
My hair is so nappy I breake combs
I have such a dark ugly face
My thighs are the size of jupiter
But guess what?... I Don't Care
I don't care about those girls with the staright hair
Somewhere between
Here andThere,
I became less involved in what I looked like
and more invloved inwhat I felt like.
Me
A human being without boundaries
Hushing the noises from outside
Like rain criticism fall
I woke up with messy hair
Though I feel pretty when I see myself
I'm bad remembering names
The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop
can be faded or everlasting.
Blowing your breath along its surface
and slide nimble fingers across and
for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks
When they ask me why I shaved my head
I say “because I was tired of my hair”
I was tired from the experiences curled up in each lock.
I've made mistakes,
But they don't define me.
I have regrets,
But I am not what I've done.
I have secrets,
But they're part of my past.
Come dawn,
And come day.
Every once in a while, I'm asked the question:
Hey Ben, why don't you have a religion?
Of course, a quick response of "none of youre business" follows
But why? Because I see flaws. Flaws in the seas and the sky
Even though my fingers may curl,
and my ankles wobble as I walk,
that does not mean that I am less.
It took me a while to stand up and smile
And shine bright despite the crowds.
And although now I voice my opinions by choice
I haven't always been outspoken and loud.
If I told you I wore my heart on my sleeve
You wouldn't believe,
because its barely a heart.
It's bruised and its scarred
From all the places its been marred
by my own insecurity.
I am a suit and tie man
with tattoos peeking out from under my sleeves,
black ink that flows from my pen
on to every assignment I turn in demonstrates intellectuality,
the ink that punctures my skin tells a story,
For the first time in my life I am proud.
Proud of the young lady I've become.
My past is no lnger haunting me; owning up to everything I've done.
It's not enough to know
That the human heart propels nearly two thousand gallons of blood in a day
Or that we take this and place it there "because I said so."
"Straghten your spine." "Point your toes." "Longer legs." "Stronger back." "Longer waist."
compare my bones to flower petals and stardust and i'll
show you the iron coiled around my
bones.
compare my skin to milk in old-fashioned cartons,
white lights and
negative space,
I woke up like this…
You woke up like this…
Who woke up like this? Flawless.
Saying we look so good tonight,
But how will we feel tomorrow?
Guilt,
Shame,
Nausea?
Always strive to be flawless,
At school, at work, at play
Study hard, work harder,
But have fun along the way.
Words of wisdom from my elders
And those wiser than me
When I wake I look in the mirror awhile
I see my "imperfect" skin,
And my "mediocre" smile
I see the redness and a new pimple on my chin,
It makes me beautiful in my own type of style.
Look at me.
Do you see me?
Or do you see this mask of foundation that i am wearing.
I am not this wig that you see
My life has never been perfect
but what is perfection?
Is perfection when you're always happy
they tell you that beauty is more than skin deep,
but they forget to tell you that flaws are too and
I am a queen
beaten and hung by society
stop i cant breath
but as a people i am still breathing
flawlessly
i sit on a thrown made and owned by the most powerful, high, and holy
oh glory
God designed me in his own imageTherefore I am worthy of this privilegeNo one is able to tear me downBecause I was designed with a purpose and my King game me a crownMy hazel green eyes pull you deep inside
I am so flawless
Because God made me this way
Give me scholarship
hunched low, pulled down by Frequent insecurities,
walking slow, pulled back by Laced uncertainties,
lost perceptions of what you might think All perceive,
My bones are fine china, delicate and breakable.
But my will is a diamond, passionate and brilliant.
My skin is worn, scarred and used.
But my body is a flower, bright and alive.
I didn’t even want to write this poemI wasn’t sure what was the pointTo pour your heart into somethingWhen there’s always someone better out thereSomeone better at accurate alliteration
Letter after letter,
Word after word
Left on the ink stained page.
All the lines are blurred.
My mind struggles to find
The right words to say,
But what can be said
Body uncomfortable,mind Unstable Is my body so uncomfortable That I hide under tables for Comfort Use to aspire to be a Huxta
Energy, Great, Cute
Why do I need a filter?
Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet
Why do I need to be fake?
Nice, Helpful, Talented?
I don't need a filter to live.
I am nothing, but flawless
I am strong and I will settle for no less
I will stand up for myself and won't give into my demise
And give happiness to others, even if they tell lies
Blank canvases that inhale and exhale
with motives to live.
That's all we are
painted by Biology
a gamble in the darkness of who wins the lottery of appeal.
Sometimes we are created
Did I hear you say?
Did I hear you say your fat again, with teardrops in your eyes?
Lamenting over every extra inch upon your thighs?
behind the makeup and smile as big as her heart there is a girl
she is living in constant fear of the future
her biggest fear is failing
she feels helpless
but she has to try
"Rise and shine,
Time for school my sweet"
"Mom please stop yelling,
Can't I just finish this tweet?"
Rolling out of bed,
6 am
The daily routine
I am flawless,
Every part of me is exactly the way i want it to be.
From the split ends in my hair to the paleness of my skin,
I wouldn’t change for the world.
Perfectly Imperfect
I look in the mirror And what do I see?
I see an imperfect girl staring back at me.
Many flaws do I have, I hate looking at my face,
Every moment i perch myself upon that plastic seat,
i wait.
Every time the sting of feelings prick my eyes,
i wait.
Every sound that occurs to my ears,
i wait.
It's all the flaws that make us all unique.
Though I am not, and never will be,
the size of mannequins at the boutique.
Even with all of my "flaws", they would say,
my nose, my ears, my feet,
What is “Flawless”?
Like what does it mean?
You don’t know, well here is a definition
Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect
Now tell me are you flawless?
There's something I want to start with, that any objections to women being unable to have power because of womanly issues is a myth, I know there are plenty of strong women, and I know because of you my friend.
When it comes to how people view themselves you all have a blind spot.
When you look in the mirror you don't see the same things I do.
You see mistakes & flaws.
I see perfection & beauty in My making.
Am I a cover girl,
or just an ordinary girl
that is out of this world
with no make up, or fake friends.
A perfect life is what all want,
but there is no perfect life one has
I am flawless from my head to my toes
No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold
I shine so bright and I don't need to be told
For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
6 inches of death
6 inches of stumbles
6 inches of extra standards
6 inches of longer legs
6 inches of regrets
6 inches of toe cramps
My fingers are faucets
Fixtures that connect my soul to the materials I use to express it
An outlet for the words that hide just under the skin,
Scared of judgment
I
Am
Perfect.
What is that you say?
How could you
No makeup, hair EvErYwHeRe, bags under your eyes from lack of sleep
Be PERFECT?
That isn't what I see...
These Almost Perfect
Brazen stares.
This uniform silence
Despairs, from the
Accompanying whisers.
Sneers, smirks, and snares.
I am not your
Definition
Annotation
I am perfect, maybe not by your standards but when I look at my reflection I cant see a single blemish or imperfection. Just extentions of my identity. Sure I have a slouch, i have zits and bad hair days.
The flowers are flawless
The birds are flawless
The rivers are flawless
Human nature is flawless
Life is like a box of FLAWLESS chocolates
I am BEAUTIFUL
Through glasses and worn shoes that have been forgotten,
I stand as a woman who is looked on as beautiful,
Through torn clothes and worn hands ,
Hazel beneath me,
Lying on the ground
Dank tunnels embedded
Within me, all around
Blinding silence comes
In symphony with
Clamorous black acid
Flawless Music
I retain all these faults that could make me flawless,
I can write rhymes, tell the time, though I really shouldn’t floss less.
Waking up every morning, I take a look in the mirror in my room.
She stares back at me, that girl on the glass.
Her eyes have much to say, yet they remain ever so gloom.
Is she waiting…hoping for a chance?
Looking into the abyss
What do I see?
I see me
Wearing my ugg boots
And skinny jeans
“I am pretty”
I say
“I am smart”
I say
“I am me”
I say
You’re ugly! You shouldn’t believe in that. You’re fat!
You’re nerd! You dress like a hoe.
You’re gay well then you’re a fag! You’ll never be cool.
You’ll never have friends because you’re weird
"Makeup? For me please?"
No.
I am flawless.
I can learn to feel pretty because of the things I tell myself, not because of the back handed compliments that you used to give me and pushed me to hate myself.
I wonder what I can give,
as far as wisdom goes,
for I am somewhat young and have many years to live.
The cool Autumn wind blows
Why does she sit like she has a stick up her ass?
Because I care about my posture. And maybe, ever-so-infinitesimally maybe, I value my education...However perplexingly, pitifully, "gay" that may seem.
Do you ever stop and think, wow I love myself?
Well start loving yourself to the fullest
Flaws and all, you are BEAUTIFUL
Flawless? No.
No one is flawless
We are all beautiful
We are all HUMANS
You wake-up, FLAWLESS
False.
"You are everything,but flawless"
"You are worthless"
"You are purposeless"
"You are powerless"
"You my friend are nothing more, but less."
FALSE
I strut my stuff because I love who I am.
Not going to let a couple of kissing bugs
hop on the train like a couple of drugs.
And if I fear would I be here?
Might as well call me musketeer.
I am flawless because of my dedicationTo education.Working hard and staying late is not some simple equation,Just a lack of procrastination.I've been told I can't,
I am flawless because there is no one else exactly like me.
They may look like me or even have my astounding personality, but they will never be me!
People say I'm different that I don't act like the rest.
Wake up in the morning
you like what you see
but others just dislike
what they can't be
you don't care
Girl, just look at your hair
I am flawed. I am human.
But my flaws are just that. They are mine.
My drive makes me Flawless.
This drive is what erases the flaws. I strive to be better.
I am flawed. I am human.
I did not wake up like this, yet I am flawless.
It was harder than I could have imagined
(still is, sometimes).
I have a strength forged through perseverance
I won't turn my back, after being your friend
And drive your name into the ground
I won't abandon you when you need me
Because you can be tough to deal with
I notice I am different, in this aspect that is
When there is nothing left to do,
I smile.
not an ordinary smile though.
It’s contagious.
Infecting everyone around.
Soon the whole room embraces the same type of grin.
One that says,
Flawless means perfect, immaculate and pure,
The unblemished traits we hope will endure.
But look down inside, deep within your heart,
Could you really say splendor is your favorite part?
You don't have to announce it on my behalF
People like this think they have it alL
They walk around without paranoiA
But when people think of me this is not their vieW
I'm this because I'm loyaL
My imperfections are in no way diminishing my value!
For I am
Priceless,
The elegant and graceful butterfly
So quaint and exquisite
So... bilaterally symmetrical
Humans are bilaterally symmetrical too
But humans are not butterflies
I am an agriculture nerd,
I love sows, cows, and plows,
I am a memer of FFA,
I am for using our resources,
I believe grass is for cows,
I believe cows are for food,
I know people are hungry,
A smile so bright, with chocolate brown eyes.
Long curly hair, and painted finger nails.
Only if you could see what's inside of me.
A heart of gold, or cold as snow.
I'm a leader.
But my value doesn't depend on how many followers I have.
Picturesque.
Pounds of makeup doesn't define beauty nor does 100+ likes on a photo.
Social Media.
34” Bust
23” Waist
Colored Eyes
Smooth Skin
Healthy Hair
Healthy Look
Size Zero
Photoshop
Airbrush
Barbie
Victoria Secret Angels
Perfection.
Being flawless is easy for Beyoncé. She lives a glamorous life of fame and fortun
I am Invisible, Determined
I wonder when I will be heard
I hear a faint whisper
I see a hand held out
I am the definition of Flawless
People will soon know my worth of imoortance
Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence
I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence
A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow
A heart of wonder laced with tenderness
Tall I stand against all resistance.
I am the body of perfection
That can use no more correction
Answer questions, no deflection
Heading in the right direction
Does this mean I've made no mistakes?
That I'm a beam that never breaks?
I was born beautiful.
Society will tell me different.
I have curly hair.
Long, tangly, brown, curly locks.
I grew to hate my hair.
I was 5, already craving to use a hair straightner.
I can't say I'm flawless
Because I have flaws
I'm human
I always will be
I make mistakes
But when I hurt,
I say sorry
I'll forever be a friend
And stick till the end of time
I'm Flawless because my skin's unclear
I'm Flawless with my unbrushed hair
I'm Flawless when I just wake up
or I've been up for hours
I'm Flawless in sweats
or when I'm wearing my favorite dress
They tell me emotion is weakness.
They say I feel far too much to create something productive.
But I can't control it.
I am me,
Because of what I feel.
They say I speak far too excitedly,
Looking through the filter I am perfect.
The truth about my life is nonexistent.
Looking through the filter.
all the words I say are pure,
With no stammer or lisp.
Looking through the filter.
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
Without a filter I am me. Keona when I don't use filters I see a young beautiful inspiring lady who has a BRIGHT future ahead of herself. Without a filter I am unique and passoniate.
Im flawless...
From my feet up to my noggin
And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem.
Im great!!
At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
When people look at me, they don't see me.
There's a girl who's put together on the outside,
With makeup and hair done to a tee.
But deep beneath the surface,
I'm insecure, I'm broken,
My buck teeth are beautifulThey make me look like a bunnyMy one hidden dimple is gorgeousIt pops out when something's funnyMy pale skin radiantLike ivory pearlsMy strong assertive voice
Everyone one has a talent tucked away, so why should I boast of my strengths?
Rather, let me consider my weakness, I'll study their beauty at length.
First failing I see is my wordiness,I speak without an end in sight,
I was born into a world of loss and pain
But I still live my life happy worshiping
God’s name
My mama working all the time
I am bipolar and thats okay
I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway
I am bipolar not an outcast
The mistakes I've made are all in the past
I am bipolar, I've learned alot
I am bipolar and thats okay
I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway
I am bipolar not an outcast
The mistakes I've made are all in the past
I am bipolar, I've learned alot
Standing tall, a marble block
inaudible, but the stone could talk
to some it may seem like just a rock,
but in HIS eyes, this rock is flawless.
New situations day by day,
I am intelligent,
I am beautiful,
I am outgoing,
I am a hard worker,
I am funny,
I am caring,
I am sweet,
I am not ashamed,
I am FLAWLESS!
I AM ME!
I AM THAT GIRL
Just like my girl Rosie.
Don't mind me if I get a bit noisy,
Cause I'm standing up for all the girls,
All the girls around the world.
I AM THAT GIRL
It's a positive thing.
Deadbeat number one. You walked out of my life before I even got to learn what your skin smelt like.I'm sure if I dug way back in my locked away, too young to remember,
Being a teenager I am to get judged and put down
My self-esteem is expected to decrease to the lowest level
My head is not supposed to be held high
And my feet should be dragging heavily behind me
Who am I without a filter?
For the past four yeasrs, I haven't had an answer to that question
I've spent so long trying to become littler
I've tried to disappear which is something I probably should mention
You'll never believe what I get asked on a daily...
or maybe you will upon sight of me.
"You're so pretty, what're you mixed with?"
My brown eyes roll.
What am I mixed with?
Scars. A past. They only bring up the past because they are intimidated by my present.I am weightless when I engulf myself in talent. I can draw it better than you ever felt it.
The world screams that I am not good enough
That my body, my voice, my personality, my creativity,
Are unacceptably flawed
That I do not deserve to be here
And yet
I am here
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes
They look at me but don’t know why
I used to stay in my room and hide
Scared of judgments, Terrified.
One day I took a glance in a glass
I wake up every day knowing that I am awesome,Looking at my brilliant teeth as I brush and floss them,
It is not my curly hair
It is not my so called perfect smile
or even my bright green eyes with long lashes
Standing straight up with a
Glowing smile. Eyes wide open
Seeking the light that shines through
Every negative remark made toward me.
“Too skinny!”
“Eat a sandwich!”
Oh, but I do eat.
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 ,
It seems that all this timeThe odds have been stackedAll around and above meStabbing at what I lacked
I am not flawless
I am not the clear cut image, of those magazine covers
I am not the man with rock hard abs or body every women wants
Rain bites
Wind blows
I fight
For a future
A better me
I do it without thee
Water runs
Rockets rise
I have seen many suns
And many moons
Rise and fall
I am rejoicing todayBecause even though There is famine in South SudanAnd my country is betraying its constitution Today is the day I celebrate victory on the home stretch
For those who cannot see
The beauty behind every being
Each flaw that makes up a subject
Are the characteristics that make you perfect.
I look to the stars above:
I see the galaxies, swirling
In a brilliant array of light-
Now I look at me.
I see two eyes
Colored with the heavens' imagination.
I see freckles,
I am flawless
My own Beyonce
And my Aunt say
I can be whoever I want
Not tomorrow but today
Beyond saying life ain't fair
Don't need to be 6 foot 4
So there's this girl right?
And she always earns good grades, so they put her down out of spite
She's been on the high honor roll for as long as she can remember
Age 13, my face was full of blemishes.
Age 14, I had to get glasses.
Age 15, I wanted perfect skin.
Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
The flawless part of me
Is that I’d rather be
Making others happy instead of me.
I believe happiness is contagious
And this is one virus
That everyone wants to be infected with
There are these things called flaws
Do you like what you see
There are these things called flaws
Seen in you and me
Flaws we se see
Oh what a shame
Just differences
My flaws make me flawless.
I am made up of imprefections,
this is who I am.
I am not that beautiful model on the magazine,
but I dont a perect style.
But I consider myself unique.
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in
For tomorrow holds another chance to live again
Keep your head held high in confidence and pride
Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride
Things will pan out in the end
I am unperfect
Or atleast that's what I have always been told.
I am too loud
When I am overwhelmed with excitement
Or with anger
As adrenaline shoots through my body at an uncontrollable speed.
No, I'm not a Babie girl
I'm not the fastest swimmer
I'm not the smartest student
I'm not the best daughter
Who is without a flaw? I am without a flaw, the meaning of perfection is ones view my view is perfection, my view is flawless. I walk on the road of leadership. After all who is without a flaw, I am flawless. I am diffrent, I am perfect.
I was asked to write a poem about how I am FLAWLESS
I couldnt be more obliged
No matter what anyone says, continue waking up like that
Become more FLAWLESS everytime you open up your mouth and mind
One count, Two count, Three count, Four,
I never miss a beat like a kick and a snare,
So watch as I dazzle you with flash and flare,
Time after time people are labeled as things
Words of hurt, words that crash dreams
Because of how we look, not for what we be
But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
F
The letter placed on my birth certificate indicating that I was born with a vagina.
Wake up. Put on a thick mask that veils your beautiful exterior.
A mask that vanishes any of the beautiful imperfections that make you inferior.
Wake up
Get dressed
Boobs out
Makeup on
Go out
Fake smile
Fake teeth
Fake pictures
Fake pop-stars
Fake world
Go home
Look in the mirror
The waves were my sanity
The smell of the salt so crisp in the air surrounding me,
The crashing of the once so peaceful waves,
The entire different world remaining under the surface
I am a lyricist not a musician
I write words that speak to your soul not the heart
It may seem uncertain but the lyrics that I write show the hidden feelings within
We have all been there:
The awkward stage.
We all can relate
To those uncomfortable times.
When all the girls had
Frizzy uneven hair
And boys had scrawny
Arms and glasses.
I have imperfections in my eyes
My nose is to big
My hip are to wide
My face has a mole
My body is too ugly
I am flawless in others eyes
They said things behind her back,
They said them a lot.
She started to believe them.
She was upset until he came.
She questioned him.
"Why don't I have perfect skin?"
"A perfect smile?"
When I hear the word flawless,
I think of precious gems like diamonds.
The thing about a diamond is that
Its flawlessness isn't about brilliance or perfection;
Unpolished diamonds look like every other rock.
There was a face
A face I analyzed like a dissection
Blemished with scars and beauty marks
Stained with exhaustion and fear
Consumed by society’s ideals
A face that did not realize what it was worth
There was a face
A face I analyzed like a dissection
Blemished with scars and beauty marks
Stained with exhaustion and fear
Consumed by society’s ideals
A face that did not realize what it was worth
I was seven years old when it happened
Wondering what I did to deserve this?
How could a kid like me live with this disease?
Walking into the clinic ready to give up,
All they wanted was for me to give them blood.
If I Lose Myself...
Gabriel Reyes
I am no ideal person
But I am exemplary.
If I lose Myself...
I have lost everything.
#nofilter, #selfie, #natural, #fleek
Hash tags are the holy grail of most social media websites
I can use them to show my followers what I'm wearing
Or show them the memories that I'm sharing
I am flawless
My skin is brown
My hair is nappy
My head is big
My heart is hurting
My soul is crying
I am flawless
I am beautiful
I am struggling
I am finding it hard to say that i am me
Some people say I’m selfless.
That I wake up and put myself on the back rack,
But it’s definitely not that.
When I wake up
I look in the mirror
past the dried slobber and nappy dew
you
have a past
many scars
use them to break down bars
let go of your fear and dare to succeed
now you know
that's the reason" they're always lookin' at me "
be bright, be bold
The struggle to progress...the power to drive
none will ever no how hard i tried
with evil on one shoulder and the other with pride
no fear in my heart, but yet tears i cried
What makes me flawless is that I choose to set my heart free
Life gives you infinite chances, infinite choices
What makes me flawless is that I choose to make my wrongs right
Look in the mirror
Look at the picture on the wall
See yourself
Don't like what you see?
You aren't looking hard enough
Or maybe you're looking too hard.
It's not about the long legs
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections. Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
I can feel my blood boil.
My eyes picking out all the imperfections.
Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
I came from a woman who never felt love
A woman who couldn’t seem to find the man above
A woman who replaced love with lust
To those filthy niggas, she entrust
But OH HOW for granted they took her guts
I think, therefore I am
But what do I think?
What am I?
What am I?
I am beautiful
I am free
I am the fearful and wonderful creature that God made me to be
It will take you away from your mother
It will feed you, clothe you, & raise you under its wing
It will deceive you into believing you're becoming a man
It will give you anything you want
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
My flawless imperfections were made by God
rigid skin, like the after effect of lightning versus a rod
a black heart was made darker by man
the kick start to life, man will not understand
Every time I wake up in the morning
I wake up prepared for war
I prepare to be demeaned, judged
For things I cannot change
Can change
Attempt to change
But never really change
Something to be heard
My voice is something to be heard.
It carries soul, passion, and courage.
It can be used for good, bad, and ugly.
Being Flawless doesn’t mean you’re beautiful
To me its means I’m myself
I am me
100% of the time
But do people see that?
Self-seen
The strongest I've ever been
A societal strain
Recites lies and prompts pain
But I
Refuse the abuse
Fight hostility with happiness
And affliction with bliss
To be durable
I am flawless in my own eyes
The mirror on the wall is a liar to us all
Silence no longer will you bind me
I am beautiful and I can do anything
So mirror mirror on the wall lets go go go
burned 4 Fingers by hitting
my Lamp instead of the snooze button
dropped my phone on my cat, earning a huge scratch on my Arm
I dont know about you
but I wake up flawless everyday
No doubt in my mind
I'm beautiful in everyway
Come,
Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
I am flawless from my head to my feet
But that fact it is hard to recognize
When all of society's lies
Are playing on repeat
It seems as though today
Its wrong to think your body is okay
"I woke up like this,"My favorite singer said."I woke up like this,"The words ring in my head.What makes me flawless?What makes me perfect?I work hard, I play hard,but always remain studious.
When I look in a mirror,
I don't see that girl in the movies,
the beauty all the guys are after,
or even the nerd, hiding a banging body
and gorgeous eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses,
Because I am female
I am flawless
I am the yin
To the yang
I create balance
In the universe
I've always had dreams
Most people do
But mine have become more
Maybe not so fancy
But practical and thats all
I could ever ask for.
I'm still standing tall
Even after all I've been through
Some people walk through life, some people run. We can't stop regretting the things that we've done. Success it what drives us to be better, failure is what drives us to despair.
When I was 11,
I was told to branch
Out of myself,
but the twigs
grew in weird
places.
When I was 12,
I sat on a fallen petal
and broke a twig.
It hurt.
My Black is Beautiful
My black is beautiful because I don’t let it define me
People judge me and assume I have a ghetto mentality
I wouldn't change a thing about the world
Because if it wasn't for the curelness
I wouldn't have been the beautiful woman I am today
I wouldn't say I'm flawless to the eyes that lay on me
Mama's house smells of onions and garlic. Chicken is probably dissolving into a large pot of pinto beans, collards gurgling under a nearby lid.
In this place ridden with fear,
Where every man is bound to shed a tear.
This place that we are taught to call home,
Soon becomes a place we feel alone.
Quarantined in our own fears,
To be flawless is to shield away,
the people who think it's okay,
to make me feel THIS way.
To be flawless is to take my fears,
turn them into shears,
A daughter needs her dad so he can teach her his morals and life lessons, she needs him to teach her how to be strong, and a daughter needs him to help pick up the pieces when times get rough and he is gone.
Ah how did I get here?
My curiosity has awakened.
I don’t have many qualities,
But don’t shed a tear.
For I love myself,
I have never-ending curiosity,
And I always fulfill it without any fear.
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
Ashes and blackness and hate
Swirl around the little nestling
Struggling to survive the boorish world
It longs to have its fire created
But can never seem to bloom a spark
I am Flawless,
Just open up your ears,
I am Flawless without photoshop
Now wait, this will make your jaw drop,
You look inside the shiny magazines at the glamorous models there
I woke up like this..
cracked, saddended.
Each I day I find things
That make me wonder
What is "beautiful"?
Is it the clear skin,
The perfect body?
The short answer is no.
When I was a young child, I loved myself.
I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
Who am I and who will I become,
to fall far from the family tree or be the last one?
Who will accept my failures and love my flaws?
Everyone loves a girl who is always less flawed.
on the spectrum of dreams
only one is heard
as usual
in everyday life
only one is valued
no surprise
"let us make a change"
we repeat as
nothing changes
My thighs expand the length of continents
But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains
My hazel eyes ooze the color of a muddy emerald sea
But the pores on my face are often compared to broad craters
I am independent, strong, and ambitious
I’ve got goals, aspirations, that are oh so vicious
Because I don’t hold myself down, I keep myself up
From day to day we fight to see the beauty behind thee,
these cuts we cover dust to find the strength within the idea of we,
anger leads to failure to go where we strive to be,
denial of hope in the beauty we do not see,
I'm not like the other girls,
I don't cake on makeup,
I don't wear dresses and skirts,
I don't need to.
I am bound to you.
Every moment spend together,
Makes my love even better.
The littlest things you do,
Proves to me that our love is truly true.
My eyes no longer get wetter,
I am flawless
Because I am not perfect
My body is riddled with imperfections
Ones I was born with
Ones that have come to be
Ones I gained like battle scars
They say look in the mirror and then you'll see your worth.
Well my mirror has been dirty even since birth.
Scratches and a smuge, one right over my face. Society's image of me, in my mirrors place.
Listen to her.
She's just like you.
Admitting what's true,
Waiting for response.
Accept her for who she is,
You only want the same.
Love your sisters,
Don't put them to shame.
I am a flawless,
Ever changing,
Work of art.
I live my life differently
Than others.
I am a body of water
Stretching far and wide
Beyond and away
From my shores, to some unknown
Place
And my body is the water
It rolls and ripples
And my mind is the water
Calm and glassy
I am fire.
Relentless. Feared.
Powerful beyond measure.
I am the night sky.
Wonderful. Mysterious.
Expanding infinitely into oblivion.
I am the sun.
Brilliant. Fierce.
Round perfect edges
That is what they all want
Smile when you should
Laugh on queue
Hair done just right
Not a stray in sight
Small waist
Round curves
All they desire
Flawless means Perfect,
but everyone is not faultless.
We have our perks
and different personalities.
I am flawless,
not because of appearance,
but because of my caring characteristics.
“I was always an unusual girl, my mother told the that I had a chameleon soul.
Since the days of Disney princesses, I've wanted to be a mermaid like Ariel
Adventurous like Jasmine
Fearless like Mulan
Be able to see the good inside of people like Belle
Their small frames and cartoon beauty
My hair, long and brown
My face, straight and concentrated
My body, short and ordinary
None of it matters
I can get through
Whatever life throws at me
My strength
My desire
My dedication
Not going to let another day pass me byEven though my hair maybe a messAnd I'm not going to lieI don't always pass the test
But I'm going to let the world know that I'm flawless
I am fierce be on compare.
The way my hair shines and sways as I walk.
Many haters watch day by day.
I am that brown spot on a white sheet
That has climbed a mountain of success
Not only to be defined, yes
But to be unique in this generation, I am blessed
With my brown eyes staring straight forward
Fancy clothes, all the boys, all the shoes.
Yes Girl.
That sounds like the dream, everything you need materialistic things. You're so heartless it stings.
Yes Girl
Am i flawless because i have a skin tone as bronze as a roman shields?
Am i flawless because I am brave enough to differentiate myself from my peers?
Can you feel it? The embellishment of my essence.
Do you understand what makes him valuable? It's his thoughts combined with his actions.
Love and acceptance fuel the world
I spread love
I accept all
No one can judge except those above
I do not discriminate even against those from Montreal
32 pearly soldiers stand tall
32 white warriors guard the crimson life within.
Gnashing, crumbling, biting,
Look at me,
drenched in naivety-
without a clue of how one should be.
Look at me,
take notice of my nervous walk-
or the insecure expression when I talk.
Get to know me,
Flawless: Adjective,
Definition: Perfect
I am flawless, flawless like a diamond. I am the Diamond.
A diamond? yes. a diamond.
Beautiful and strong a queen can find this from within.
No matter your size tall, thick, or slim.
Beauty is what you make it, it cannot be defined.
You are your own self-motivator, and you are one of a kind.
Flawless is not something that someone can be
Each and every one of us is flawed
Including myself
I look in the mirror and I see nothing amazing
I don't do everything perfectly
I am a beautiful black girl.
I was born with beautiful kinky hair.
I walk on beautiful thick thighs and I see through beautiful brown eyes.
Who is flawless ?
I know that I am not.
Nor do I claim that I am
I am full of flaw
as are you.
Two months ago,
as I stared at my skin in the mirror, I asked myself why.
They told me it would be hard,
they told me the side effects might be harsh,
but they never told me
my disease would make me die.
Flawless is an image that people want us to create. A way for all of us to find a way to sedate, these feelings inside of true hate and remorse. Which is why I try and scream, but it just comes out all hoarse. This idea is just a way to try an
I am flawless
But not in that way
I am flawless
Because I live today
I dreamt of suicide once upon a time
And I literally thought
That death would be fine
I looked down the barrel
Scrutiny. That's the world I would use to embody a mirror.
Not vanity, or beauty, or even reflection. But scrutiny.
Rape.
It led to my silence.
For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me.
Fear.
I was scared.
"Flaws
Flaws come to mind
Flaws manifest themselves inside
Like
Diamonds from the rough, hard, coal, they shine, and climb
Flaws inadvertanty make me shake
And
They chill me to the bone
Though she is fragile and shy,
her eyes tell a story she cannot hide.
Green as the leaf of a rose,
her eyes attract you. Why? You don't know.
Though she is fragile and shy,
I am a goddess
A creation so divine that - galaxies will swirl in my veins- black and blue like a brusie so freshly wrought that the tinges of purple seem to darken the hues
Look into my eyes
bright and intense
forest green and autum gold
give way to an old soul
gentle and sweet
and so full of laughter
that tears of mirth gather so
and fall like salty rain
You were born to be real, not perfect
and to know in your heart that you are worth it
I was born to add to this thing we call life
Flawlss an Perfection is what is admired
What we desire
We shame what we have.
Im not perfect, but I'm glad
As you look through a crowd of clones who hold their heads down, you'll notice a girl who walks with her head held high
Although, she doesn't realize her beauty
She'll stand alone, always looking towards the sky
I am a diamond in the rough waiting to be taken out
I am a rose amongst thorns
I am a jewel in the pig's snout
I am a pearl in the oyster being tossed about by storms
There are many things I'm not,
but all the things I am
and all my wonderful glam
make me shine as bright as the sun is hot.
Because I'm DYNAMITE.
No pain too unbearable
Can keep hope away
Some nights under a spell
It's easy to forget
I'm worth the effort
To wake up tomorrow
To suffer the work
To look at myself and smile
Right here, right now, she sees what she wants
Eyes, a nose, and a mouth
The paint along her cheeks
The black surrounding her eyes.
It's a mask.
Disguising the doubt and hate.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
Don't be scared to look at your reflection.
Everyone is different, you're the perfect complexion.
Even when your hair is a mess.
My hairs a mess
I don't even distress of how I dress
my leggings are all worn
people are going to know it's all torn
A young woman named Alicia
Lives, learns, listens, and loves
Intends to impact others for the better, but how
Could she make a difference?
I'll take my crooked finger and point into the mirror reflecting straight off of me,
I must've taken a step closer since I vivdly remember what I can still see.
I used my hands to domesticate my wildly untamable hair,
The door finally closes, another day spent,
Another act finished, but I’m not content.
I look in the mirror, stare into my eyes –
Were they fooled today by my act, my disguise?
My true self lurks behind the doors wooden frame,
Locked up in society's chains.
The true me is not who I appear to be
For the world discriminates against me.
My mind is a clock tower, the cogs ever turning;
My heart a cauldron of passion foaming, churning, burning.
I've yet to unlock what's deep down inside,
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Breathe in then breathe out
Pitch black
The smell outside
Is the smell of a future
Thrown away into the depths
When I was just a kid they told me that I was flawless.
No baggage, No past, No bad decisions.
They said I was the cutest little boy and would never fuss.
No crying, No acting-out, No rude behavior.
I
Write to people that will never know they were addressed
Make art with hidden meaning and my untold secrets
Fearless of any obstacle
Leader of others
Absolutely confident
Waking up ready to take on the world
Learning how to perfect my craft
Excellence at its best
Striving for success
Swagger at its finest
Maybe the best lesson
I’ve learned is that I am not flawless
I’m quite flawful.
I dog-ear the pages of my books,
I put too much sugar in my coffee,
I use obscene language,
Flawless is with out error.
Nothing wrong, nothing clearer.
I am not flawless.
Flawless is perfection,
Not a hint of detection.
I am not flawless.
Flawless is a perfect life.
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
I wake up, #FLAWLESS.
No make-up. Bra-less.
Should I wear jeans, or joggers?
Every morning I go through all this...
20 minutes til I catch the bus,
Eyebrows on FLEEK, hair looking plush,
I accepted Christ as my LORD
That means he will reign over my life.
When Christ comes in and makes me new
I am made FLAWLESS to him no matter what I do.
I am viewed with a clean slate
Pretty face, long hair.
Skinny waist, the clothes I wear.
Everything must be Perfect.
Flawless.
The way I walk, the way I drink.
The way I talk, the way I think.
Time after time I am told not to wake up from the pill induced coma that they put me in,
Supposedly brainwashed and made to think this round peg could never fit in to a square opening.
But I woke up like this.
Have I got a voice
A voice that amazes
A series of listeners
Proclaiming their praises
My low notes are clear
But my high notes are clearer
And I’ll admit to being guilty
Dear Me,
It doesn't matter what you say, you don't know me
I don't even know me...well I'm still trying to figure me out
And yes I have flaws but name a person who doesn't. Not you. And certainly not I.
I volunteer on weekends.
I adopted a shelter dog.
I have a 4.1 weighted GPA.
I am a leader.
I'm compassionate.
I'm a good person.
Who cares?
First impressions
To wake up like this:
Confident, poised, and care free
Everything my grandmother hoped to live to the day I be
To speak my mind:
Don't look that way
Don't say those things
There's another pretty woman
Look away from the screens
They are supposed to define you
I am so fucking flawless, yet no one cares to notice.
The words I can say make me seem outspoken.
If I was on survival island I would never be out voted.
Know why?
Because I'm that fucking flawless.
"I am Flawless" I mean I guess....I didn't always think so though.
The way my stretch marks curve over my lower.
The baby tooth I have that refuses to come out.
To be honest
Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws.
I have hair in places I don't think it belongs,
I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
Blessed with the gift to encourage,
A quality that is possessed by few, yet needed by all.
I woke up like this,
Loving myself and my gift that has changed many lives.
I woke up like this,
At night, I wait for her to come,
My rays glistening silver on the pool below.
The forest is quite and still;
The stars wheel and dance around me.
At night, I come to the pool in the forest;
Happiness
As easy for me to spread as cooties
Smiling is my super power
With a laugh that can save a life
Why shouldn't I fly up,up, and away?
I will protect the world with the best of me
Watching watching
Hear them speak
I remain outside
Watching watching
Others try to pull me in
I remain, I know my place
Watching watching
listening while others speak
I dont want to be flawless trying to be whats on TV
I want to be flawless for just being me
I may not have the nicest or newest shoes
I’m just your average guy,
Two eyes, one nose
Who knows the woes
Of trying to fit in.
But, listen to me,
So that you may see, how I see,
That that’s not all its cracked up to be
I am Flawless because i write,
I am me because of my height,
I praise the Lord each and everyday,
Even though somethings don't always go my way,
I still give him praise for all that he does,
I'm flawless! I'm handsome, i'm intelligent, and I'm FLAWLESS. No problems ever come my way, today is my day... to show the world that I'm flawless. And all of my worries, leave my mind in a hurry, because i'm flawless.
I am not perfect, for I am human,I envy, I hate, I love, and I fear,What worth can be seen in my living years?
I am who I am because I chose to be that way.
I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured.
I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness.
I am me.
I have a passion for sports, but I am not a "jock".
I love learning, but I am not a "nerd".
I enjoy relaxing, but I am not "lazy".
I wear baggy sweats, but I am not a "bum".
I am me.
The silence deafens
My ears, they ring
My voice, it rises
on distant wings.
The words just flow
so naturally
in languages,
French, or Japanese
in accents
Flawless, a word for gemstones
a word for little else
imperfect
perfect
I think those words should be flipped
I am not flawless
I have freckles
I have stretch marks
Me, I’m flawless in my own way,
My definition of flawless isn’t what you think,
I’m confident not cocky,
Comfortable in my own skin,
I don’t look at what other folks have,
Because I look at what’s within,
Thick thighs, hazel eyes, the voice of an angel.
In her own lane. Makes her own labels.
We see you! We see you!
Bow down bitches! Beyonce coming through.
You look in the mirror every morning at four and keep looking and wondering more and more
why do you care how you look you ask
why everyday must you do your hair and make up, such a tedious task
There ain’t nothing stronger than a broken back,
Except crooked teeth in a cracked smile.
The hardest fights are the ones simply lost,
Violently fought,
Which bring death for a while.
Beautiful.
Me?
Strangers say so.
And friends.
I don't see it.
Guys don't see it.
I don't get a glance.
They flirt with girls
In shorts and spaghetti straps.
Wanting to show my kindness, intelligence, beauty
But fear that my confidence will receive the labels of pride and conceit
I'm just going to be honest
Every inch of me is flawless
Vulnerable, anxious
Camera, Camera on my phone.
Filter away all my flaws,
Surly I do lie,
but beauty is key ,
Without filters,
We shine flawless like gems,
Now we see eye to lens,
Simple beauty,no trends.
I woke up like this,
Crazy bed hair, dark circles, bad breath, and weird PJs
I'm not flawless
I don't have the perfect body, or shape
I don't have the perfect life or family
In fact, I'm far from flawless
Not Your Conquest
There is no distress
In this damsel
I am not the conquest
In the grand adventure of your story
(something is different as you dislodge it from the cookie)
If you be the miricle you want to see happen, that miricle will not happen
But for some chance that it does, behold the next level
I want you to see
the part of me
that glass so often hides.
Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.
I want you to see
the part of me
that is hidden by makeup
Behind the perfection of the picture
lies a whole different person
a girl who is seen differntly in social media and out in public
Flawless
It is just a word
People strive to become it
People die to become it
But it is just a word
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's one person's opinon
The scratches that flicker the surface,
They are unforgivable flaws.
We spin a web of lies in its face.
We risk choking under its gauze.
So cunning the spider is.
Writing new names for the pig.
I am perfect beyond imperfection
Nothing can comprehend this lesson
That the rise and fall of every good king
I was born with a heart so Gold
As I grew old, it grew so cold
Through hearbreak and suffering
Everyday the goal post moves,
The grass dies left,
And the mind thus soothes,
Every step past was taken,
The failed will be left at the door,
Everyone met has also mistaken,
Start the day working.
Whether it is on a car
Or on a drawing.
I work untill it is done.
As a seamstress I know my measurements
40'26'40 also known as a perfect hourglass
If I were a model I would be considered plus size
Knowing such kills my confidece but is no surprise
I stand tall with my head held high;
Shoulders back and ready for the ride;
Watching eagles spread their wings;
Listening to the Angels sing.
I see myself in my mind’s eye;
WHO’S FLAWLESS?
Flawless because I’m contempt with the person I am / becoming.
Flawless because I’m eighteen proud and gay.
I am the problematic child.
You can call me perfection. though some may say "objection". I need no protection. through all this neglection, I have become perfection.
The clothes I wear are colorful
The clothes I wear are fun
The clothes I wear are happy
The clothes I wear are me
When you look at me
I hope you think high of me
I don't dress down
I dress up
A rush of silence cascades down the dimly lit aisles
A calming sense of anticipation looming in the darkness
I am FLAWLESS
When I fall, I am going to rise
I am challenged with many obstacles
And yet I am still just fine
I refuse to fall under a stereotype
Because I am a woman
Underneath the makeup that you layer everyday
That thick and waterproof courage that still will wash away
You pass the mirror each evening and shudder at the sight
My brown eyes are flawless
My brown eyes melt into golden pools of emotion and wisdom
That you can't even fathom
My brown eyes are those of an innocent doe
It sways in a brisk bree ze,
and curls with the use of goose greese.
It can point like the horns of a springbok antelope,
and saturates in juice when eating succulent cantaloupe.
See this eye of mine?
Look close,
even closer...
This is a work of art,
something so magnificent,
no magnifier is needed to see,
the stunning sky within me.
No, that is not a reflection.
I did not wake up like this.
My skin was not covered in a film of nude foundation.
My eyes were ringed with dark circles,
not 4 different shades from the new Naked palet.
Feeling beautiful and loved from all insde
Loving the looks that my parents gave me
Anyone who looks at me says I'm beautiful
I am told on the daily that I don't act or look like I'm supposed to be,
but what am I supposed to be?
Why do I need to be as others say?
I stare in the mirror and what do I see?
My flawless self staring back at me
I don't need makeup or any type of weave
I just get up, get dressed, blow myself a kiss, and leave
I hope...
Because I care...
Because I love my friends...
Family...
Neighbors...
The powerful message...
Jesus taught me
To love your neighbor as yourself
If it wasn't for that
A thousand stories
pacing up and down the streets.
They are just children
grown up too fast,
Smiling faces
with very broken pasts.
A thousand differences
Not good or bad
We all have dreams to strive for
a goal to reach to reach for
we just have to wait for the right moment
to get success like the Romans
Why not draw a picture
That creates symbols of your life
Why not show how you made it
Even through tough times
It's like a portal to joy
In today's society and social media,
Beauty is changed in many ways.
Social Media has changed our view of others.
My crooked smile and loud laugh
Are things that make me flawless
My hyperactive crave for change
Are things that make me lawless
My 4'10" stature and petite frame
Attribute to my smallness
All around me I see teenagers,
Teenagers with no respect.
They'll over talk their teachers,
Swear anywhere they travel.
That's not me,
I respect everyone I meet.
I don't even expect the same back.
When I open my mouth
Diamonds flow out
Words of grace, intelligence and faith
When I smile
All you see
Is pearly whites
Straight, and perfect
Made from God Himself
I may be imperfect
I am flawless because I'm flawed,
The imperfections make me perfect,
I'm flawless because I'm 6 foot 5,
I have to duck in the shower,
And check the pool's depth before I dive,
I always wonder if It was only me
dreaming that Im going to live successfully.
But i can't ague for being in poverty,
because mommy crying, "I sorry baby".
Midnight in the city, many people still wandering about.
I happen to be one of those people, I began to doubt.
Upon realization that the crowd around me was missing something,
I may fall some times but I get back up.
I may stumble but I want go down.
You think Im perfect, oh no im far from it.
Theres only one, The Only Begotten Son.
Everybody tries to fit in to places they don't belong
Like trying to put two pieces of a puzzle together that shouldnt be there
Fit into your own puzzle
Be yourself
Be flawless.
There I was
another day
spent counting miles
subtracting calories
calculating deficits.
Run, run to look good, run to look pretty, run so boys will like you.
what's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing.
I'm not all about that swag ,but more class.
what's wrong with the car I'm driving can you tell it's out of style.
Sure I still use a walkman
They would yell I was fat,
I wanted to change that,
It was something I feared,
but my mind was soon cleared,
I gave it a shot,
I tried a few squats,
It changed my whole life,
You flawed up, they’d say
You a mess up, they shout
Hair a mess, tears were more, they were cruel
They couldn’t care less how I was hurting to the core, they were cruel.
You won't get lost in my brown eyes,
My face is often littered with big red dots,
I can't flip my hair like a Garnier commercial.
My eyebrows need plucking,
My legs need a shave,
Sitting before a mirror,
I cannot believe my ears.
Held with such esteem,
these poisonous creeds speed
My strongest feature can't be seen in my face
no makeup needed to create it
nor false images on insta or twitter
I don't need a false persona
or a hot ontorage
nor a reputaton as the baddest chick
I hear these songs singing about my body
Every girl and every boy is judged
Can you feel the burning eyes?
Those who judge are judged upon
Those who watch are also watched
Look at yourself
alone thats all i will ever be
how can he see the beauty in me if i cant see it in myself
images posters plastered all over
maybe if i was her
her
or her
but no im ME
There is something about
Her independence
Works for days
and then goes out and plays
and she trust you completely
There is something about
Her independence
she never “needs you”
Strugling, fighting to define one word.
perfection.
In my dictionary, there are many definitions.
One of them is me.
One of them is you.
Every.Single.Individual.Perfection.
It's a disease of the mind.
Her hair was tied back into a single ponytail
As she dug her shoulder into her much more masculine opponent.
The quaffle was safely cradled into her arm
And there was no way in hell she was going to give it to him.
I’ve got nice hair
My teeth are alright
But neither are worthy of veneration.
The FLAWLESS part of me is my resilient nature.
I am not without flaws by any means.
I am flawless because I am human.
I am flawless from my natural ends to my pink polished toe nails.
I am flawless for my fisty attitude and for the sway of my hips as I walk down the school halls.
It's never easy to feel good
But you have to think back to react
I am worthy for I am loyal
I am flawless for I am empowered
Nothing limits my dreams
Only I decide how much to strive or cry
I have insecurities,
I have scars,
but everything I have is what makes me ME
all these flawless things I have
Flawless
My words are flawless.
My mind is far from perfect
And my spelling is atrocious
I studder and i stumble,
But my words.
My words have never failed me.
This ain't a poemThis isn't a pleaThis be a decreeThis be for all 'emWho see none for 'emWho see none agreeThat they have espritThat they are all inYou are flawless
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
I sure am flawless
Flawless that's what I am
I sure don't look like Beyonce
Don't have an ass like Nicki Minaj
My voice, man forget about it
Sing a song and make a baby cry
And still
To have self-worth is to know who you are.
To know who you are is to understand
what you stand for, what you believe
and be prepared to defend those beliefs.
To have self worth is to accept the
Im only flawed if i allow myself to be But i will not because i am free This world, corrupt and black Gives more labels than it does fact If we follow we are flawed Machines have you forgotten we are human beings?
In their eyes,
My ambitions are governed by the thoughts of a prize.
For simple tasks, I'm not considered but simply despised.
Looking at the mirror, I see more than they can.
Who am I? You should know who I am. Standing tall, with my head up above. Looking beyond the present in hopes to build a future so strong no one could even grasp the concept of going backwards.
Words have been used since way back in the day.
Way back then in the cavemen days.
We evolved from grunts and now use words for "fronts".
Being flawless is hard work
Doesn't happen in just one day
I look at myself in the mirror day by day
Days go on and you look the same
"Man, why am I feeling so grey?"
I have become the face side of a penny--
Hoping to be lucky,
But scuffed by a hurrying shoe, turned over in the dust.
Passing faces only see the outside of you--
But I see your heart
Chocolate brown eyes glare at the early moring sun
Hair a mess; a nest atop of her
She streches ans yawns and falls back
Wriggling around in bed a fuss is made
Let her sleep, o let her sleep
Chocolate brown eyes glare at the early moring sun
Hair a mess; a nest atop of her
She streches ans yawns and falls back
Wriggling around in bed a fuss is made
Let her sleep, o let her sleep
I once lied about being me
My lies become my dreams
I can't no longer be who I wanted to be
Because the lies changed me internally
Because I wanted to be flawless
Put on make up,
do your hair,
wear nice clothes,
be gentle and fair
In order to be flawless
that's what you have to do.
Here's what I have to say to that
Fuck you
The name of my people is "Hmong"
and we are self-dubbed "The Free" -
whatever that means.
But contrary to the lies,
the stereotyps,
and the idealized,
I have big brown eyes
I"m flawless when it comes to cosplay
My hair is perfection and my makeup is stunning
My skin is a smooth as ever not a bump to be seen
My waist line as small as I can get it to fit that exact character
She is Flawless, not because of her looks
but for who she is
She is Flawless because she is confident in who she is and how she looks
She knows the make-up doesn't make her
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today?
And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay
No.
I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
They say she laughs too much
Her red lipstick is smeared and she doesn't play nice
Torments of sneers pass her in school halls
What is being Flawless?While you complain about your body I embrace mineWhile you sigh and make the days shorter I live out my own and elongate themSo again I ask what is being Flawless?
Flawless?
There is no such thing.
Everyone has them no matter how much they try to hide.
Those little imperfections, mistakes, and problems.
But that’s what makes a person.
True Beauty comes from the inside
My laughter is contagious, My smile can light up a room
True Beauty comes from self discipline and responsibility
I strive to learn more and always do more
You said what?My very presence makes people scowl with envy.My perfection is somewhat nausiating but pure.You said what?That's right; I earned every bit of it.
When did it become socially unacceptable to be an individual?
So what I don't weigh the same as you or have the same style as you.
Does that make me any less of a human being?
i am a mere inhabitantin a constellation of chaosand often timesi have a habitual inclintationto escape from these wallsthat harbor looming memories
Let's take it on back,Let's revese some tracks,We'll start here, then go there,We'll see if we end up anywhere,
This person you see,Ain't nothing to be,I'm nothing great,But I don't hate,
I thought I was the flawless in the past.
But now I realize that with the critiques and the mistakes I've made,
I am flawless with a cause.
I am flawless because I have flaws on the outside that teach me.
I'm have many good traits, I'm "flawless"
But people only watch for the bad traits regardless
Similar to a pacifist, I'd probably go outside and help someone after this
I'm benevolent, a GOD sent
Gems and Dimonds
and most of the lot
are smeared and bruised
by life's dirty plots
so thus we gems
so thus we diamonds
work from dust
to bring new light
we are not perfect
If you turn on the TV,
You’ll see society’s image of perfection.
The pearly white teeth leering,
Who is this Flawless that you speak of?
Are her onyx eyes exotic?
Are her supple breasts orgasmic?
If Flawless must be corporeal
Forgive me, I am not her.
Like air, I am intangible
Brown skin aint beautiful to a world that sees only white
My braided hair looks like dreadlocks to those with long silky blonde hair
Bright red lipsticks make my lips look huge
You cant see me during nighttime selfies
In a world where a dull mind is a virtue,
There live very few men who
Through learned lenses see
The world as it was meant to be seen.
A world that is not neat and clean,
Time passes
I age
And people think
My beauty fades
I feel young
I will grow
But my beauty
Will stay as so
My demeanor
Displays my youth
My natural locks
I take up labels
On an endless mission to actually discover
Every aspect of who I am
And I would proudly use “flawless” as one check off the list,
Even though I am flawed.
If you believe you are perfect
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me
And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
Why am I kickass?
My grades are quite high,
for me the girls would die,
I've got luscious brown hair,
when you're older you'll care,
I jump high for my heighth
also, I'm white.
I wake up to a sea of white.
Is this what society is preparing me for?
Being marginalized as "that black girl".
I expected more.
Perhaps my standards were too high,
Today, I woke up and I saw myself.
Not the person I usually see
Not the girl that has to be dressed up with hair freshly done to be beautiful.
I saw myself.
When I was a good little Catholic girl, I was sweet as sugar and always adorned in dresses that fluttered in my wake as I chased after my older brother, longing to fit in his shoes, worshiping the ground he walked on.
I do not understand my mother.My mother is the head of business,went-back-for-master’s,workaholic who bringsin about ninety nine percentof the household income.My mother once snapped at a man
its not just my looks
but yours too
I'm flawless
just like you
if you don't believe me
look in the mirror
you will see me
and flawless
i shall be.
Fierce and low budget do not belong in the same sentence
But that was my predicament, the low income dilemna I was stuck facing
My parents said I don't need to be flawless
I need God because of my flaws
Flawless
I admit, I'm not the type to know about fake eyelashes
My curls fall apart by at least ten in the morning
But, I know with all these cyber-quick flashes
That the power of my gaze will go storming
I’ve been labeled in life as if I were fresh produce in the store waiting to be bought.
But my bruises and blemishes, my deformities made me unworthy of the price the sign above me read.
I can see dead eyes stare back at me
In the hallways of Hell
Skin and bone and exhaustion
Hidden behind eyeliner and lipstick,
Hunger ignored for the sake of love
That won’t last more than a night,
Papers cover pink grey fortifications,
Although the area within would ignite phobia,
Papers and writer hears no limitations,
Except those from writers with corrupted cornea.
From white to black and pink to blue,
my biracial skin makes me #flawless like you.
From birth to adulthood,
society has taught us nothing but where out differences stood,
Rush through the hallway
Head down
Books clutched in my hands
Pressed against my chest.
Don’t make eye contact!
Don’t let them see your face.
Good.
Now keep going.
Not too fast!
You said I’d always be yours
You told me you wanted to be the one I loved,
The one I could tell anything to.
The person who can cheer me up on my darkest days
The person I can feel safe with,
No matter how I look,
no matter how I am percieved,
I have the fire within my eyes,
Emotion I can express,
That can intrigue,
Stir up emotion
Sexual,
They call us
thieves -
filthy, hungry,
bean-eating
wetback thieves.
They look at our
brown skin
and sneer.
But
they do not know
who we really are.
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Am I beautiful ?
Depends who you ask
Am I funny ?
Depends who you ask
Am I cool ?
Depends who you ask
I am who I am
I am like everyone else
Unique
Different
Imperfection is what makes us flawless.
It lets us appreciate the true beauty around us.
My body shakes violently; My breathing is getting fast, Another sharp jab trough my heart. Defeated by this pain the pieces fall. I search wildly for my dear friend. My tears flow like the rivers streams.
I stay classy,
I stay true,
I stay me,
That is how I stay flawless,
I listen to old music,
I watch movies in black music,
I paint my lips in red
That is how I act flawless,
Sometimes I brush my Hair,
and some days I don't care.
Sometimes I wake up and don't
Even know what to wear.
Women are more than just pretty little things;
We are genius, we are classic, we are the female kings.
So when someone says being smart more than pretty just isn’t right;
Well, let’s just say I do get very contrite.
Live life like no tomorrow,
Have no regrets,
Make the best of everyday,
You never know what can be found
My lips curve just right
When I smile
My eyes continuously sparkle
They've done so since I was a child
I'm not small darling
Get it right, I'm petite
I'm not saying it in arrogance
It hasn't been perfect.
We've made mistakes, stumbled blindly.
Held the status quo...for the wrong reasons.
Ignoring what we could have accomplished.
But it has gotten better.
How many times will I let them tear me down?
When will enough be enough?
The mockingjays taunt and call without any substance behind them.
Forgive them for they know not what they do.
Mirrors tell the truth, you see
They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too
It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too.
You can't count on people's words either.
Im trapped ,day in and day out.
I am prisioner to myself.
Fat, lazy, unhappy,cold,
Thats what they call me
I am flawless.
I was born to love all I come across in a world of war.
I was raised to love all that hate me.
I am flawlessly loving in nature.
I shall spread my love to all the world,
As I am like no other.
She doesn’t need to worry about the size of her body,The length of her hair,The color of her eyes.To know she’s perfect.
You're ugly
A nerd
Too short
The list is endless
People can be cruel
Pointing out your flaws as if a game
I remain unfazed
These are not lies they tell me
Yet i am not affected
God is the maker of all mankindHes so flawless he will blow your mindI wanna be a member of his teamTrying to live holy with
My core was corrupted many years ago
by a fiend who krept into me via my right eye
it scampered and planted its many seeds if doubt
so that when it eventually left me, I was unsure of my true value
I was that girl, who weighed more than she should've.
Who wore glasses and braces to make my appearance even more bitter.
I was the girl who was always "just a friend", because my face was naked, curly hair on my head.
Put down the phone,
Wipe off a mask of high dollar paint,
Let down my mangled, dull almost dread-locked hair.
And I am finally natural.
But in that mirror, big enough to show every angle, I see a person I don’t know.
I'm flawless can't you tell?
I'm better than you in every aspect
RESPECT
*snaps*
A smile so bright, a smile so straight. Let it be known, let it be shown.But a smile not so bright, a smile not so straight. Not quite known, not really shown.
When no one sees my beauty
I see perfect flaws
The way my eyes or shaped
The way they shine with wisdom
I see freckles that are uncommon
My name is Josh, not Joshua.
I prefer the first however
the other was given at birth.
I am respectful, polite everyone agrees
My goals include college in pursuit of degrees.
I found myself in my teens,
we all deal with trying to fit in
with the way we dress or feel
everything that people say seems so real
Sun rises up
Sun shines on my face
I open my eyes, stretch to Heaven and I sense God's smile upon me.
Looked at myself in the mirror, what do I see?
Walking into class, I will not say a word.
Blind glances, mute snickers, and invisible smiles fill the void. I am
aware of many things.
I laugh in a closed circle; my
When I was 15 I lost my parents,
My mom and dad is in heaven now,
Sitting up in the clouds watching me everyday,
Flawless doesn't mean perfect,
We let celebrities and athletes define it for us.
Flawless means that you have accepted your flaws,
You've learned to love them and use them to inspire others.
I am flawless because I have flaws,
I am flawless because I work hard.
I am flawless because I have weaknesses,
I am flawless because I don't discard.
I hold onto my emotions, my appearance,
Beauty is skin deep
For some that may be true
For others its not how they look
love your photograph
it's now all social media
don't fear criteria
getting likes, sharing pictures
everyone has different scriptures.
sometimes people feel insecure
Through my eyes only I can see,
The faults, the flaws that lie within me.
The way my hair falls to the side,
The way my eyes squint when I smile.
The movements I make when my hips sway,
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
Yes I know I am not perfect.
But who are you to point that put?
No matter what you say, my confidence will remain the same.
I will feel beautiful.
I will feel pretty.
Becasue I am flawlessly flawed.
Hair out of place and makeup all smeared
Like a corpse that’s been dead for several long years
i must be like water. i must exist in all forms. i must be clear and ever perfect. i must move and contiune through without fail. not matter the trail or forces set to stop me i must be flawless and finish the race without fail.
My name is Marilyn, yes like Monroe
I have my own standards that I strive to meet
I decided a long time ago
I was never going to retreat
I am flawless because I am not normal
The controlling controller roams in
her controlling world, thinkinking highly
of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys
she embarks on.
Her blanket is her cape to escape
I think I am beautiful,
In a different sort of way.
I always keep them laughing,
And they just want me to stay.
My face is something of my own,
One alike you'll never see.
Looking at my reflection every morning
Never knowing what to expect
Some days I love it some days I hate it
But one day I look inside the reflection and see someone beautiful
I am who i am, no longer can anyone tell me who i am
Tears flowed down my face, anger and rage flowed through my veins
Those were the days when I wasn't who I am
Now im at peace, My self esteem at its finest peak
Give your heart to me, you said
Give it all to me
Change the way you love for me
Change the way you breathe
Fill your heart with joy from me
Fill your head with stories
Flawless or more like lawless
I thought I could handle it but it was all a mess.
People would judge my decisions
But they don't recognize my superstitions
Either way it doesn't matter
Numbers don't define me
The numbers of my GPA
The numbers in my bank account
The number of hours I spend putting on make up
Or rather
The number of seconds I actually don't
The numbers on the scale
Acne scars and facial blemishes
My true beauty is what these do not diminish, It's
the fact that I can get through the day with a smile
Even when I'm sporting a messy hair style
I am flawed
You are flawed.
We are all flawed.
These flaws can be physical:
not matching to what society wants,
not being the stereotypical beautiful
covering it up with powders and cloth.
I see you,
Standing by my side.
Waiting to catch me when I fall.
Ready to help me out.
We all act as if we united
We are one
We are powered
But how united are we?
The Sun, So high in the sky, but never too close to melt my wings, but far enough to shine light upon the future ahead of me.
Freak
by: Sophia vazquez
They call me a freak
Every word against me, my anger rises to the peak.
Every morning there is a bucket of bricks on my back.
It slowly reaches to the top as the skinny and the fabulous come in from their room of perfection.
I go through struggles everyday, yet I still stand
Here now and moving forward always ready
Green eyews follow where ever I am
My cunning is often deadly
Fear no opinons
Let you be you
Always be who you want to be
Win the hearts of those you love
Love yourself
Express how you feel
Show compassion for others
See the beautiful butterfly you are
Some people are ones,
others are zeros
and the rest are among the infinity
this lies in between them.
I am among the infinity.
I'm incomplete, yet satisfied
Dress how you want, please do not change,
but accept these glares as we call you strange.
Pick a size, just any size,
but feel shameful as we tell you otherwise.
Take control, assert yourself, do what is right,
The girl that everyone sees is the girl that is confused about life in general. She is the love of her life, she is the dreamer, the lover, the helper, there are to many words to say about her.
How does it happen?
That moment when you first realize a flaw?
I thought: So many people hate themselves.
No, I am not Kelly Clarkson
I really do have hazel eyes,
Its where my conscience hides
It tells me I am beautiful
But I deny
It sings me lullabys when I cry
about how pretty hurts,
Alone in the forest of the black gnarled trees
They beckon for me to join them in the dark.
No moon shines bright through where there should be leaves,
Just black, bare. branches and bark.
To count on both hands
how many flaws I have,
but to see it adds up to more than 6,
you must be mistaken.
Then I realize,
it is not my flaws that are counted,
no it is the flaws that society,
I fill my lungs
With the nebulas and stars.
Breathe in the frost of the moons,
Exhale the rays of the suns.
I let my eyes dance like stars
In the cosmic heavens above.
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains,
She got up.
Hair in disarray,
Face a mess with squinted brown eyes,
She was bare, untouched, raw
My lips are chapped
and peeling
and blistered
and red
and sore
and raw
but soft
and plump
and full
and pink
and curvy
and luscious
and perfect
Since all we know is in relation,
It's hard to know true perfection, although
we must know
that we have two things in us.
I didn’t need the orthodontist
My crooked teeth were fine
More than fine, really
Everybody said so
I didn’t need the orthodontist
My smile was genuine
More than genuine, really
Long limber legs
clumsy yet cultured-
diamond shaped face
both priceless and scarred-
bouncy brunette hair
too complicated in the mornings but too simple at night-
who is she?
My Philosophy,-
-It’s Flawless,
Perfection.
It’s Visceral, immaculate.
No right, no wrong.
Naught but self-reflection,
A supernova’s glow, set upon all direction.
Even though I'm freckled and thick
Even though I'm blind and poor
Even though I'm short and white
Your words don't hurt me anymore
I've come to learn what it's all about
Weird,
People think I'm weird for how I spend my time,
Writing rhymes,
But I like that part of me,
I am not a diamond.
I am not a queen.
I am not a dream.
I am simply me.
I am what I love.
I may not be perfect to you,
but I wouldnt be anyone else.
I look into the mirror and see
Flawless
A word in simple meaning,
Yet powerfu in nature.
Flawless
A term that describes perfection,
And can be used as misdirection.
Flawless
Can be thrown around,
Respect my voice for it is stronger and power.
I am bold and brave becasue I wouldn't have it any other way.
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes
Most people seem to always brag about what they have,
Others just tend to whine about what they don't,
I'm more in the midle.
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes
Most people seem to always brag about what they have,
Others just tend to whine about what they don't,
I'm more in the midle.
Mirrors upon mirrors upon mirrors
right left back forth I see my face
it's all shiney and rough
needing to much attention yet needing none
Expressing how I feel
sometimes confuse me a great deal
Can I understand myself?
Or better yet can you?
I dont always say what I feel
But when I do I keep it real
Anywhere any place
For starters I'm more confident than anyone I know
Litteraly, nobody can match me when i put on a show
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
What is behind it?
The void
The abyss
The unknown
Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
Is there a thing as flawless?
Or is that just something they taught us?
Can anyone be perfect?
And if so is it worth is?
Being flawless is boring.
It keeps the mind from exploring.
Soft hazel eyes
A smile with infinite wonders
As I enter a room I never encounter a stranger
Im more than Flawless, Im Priceless
A gem in my mothers eyes
And a diamond in my Saviors
iWoke up like dis!
My face is flawless
From very rounded square edge
Every small freckle
My 3 beauty marks - they make triangle around my mouth
The shine in my dark brown eyes
I'm an artist, freed from logic,
An idealist, un-tied to politics,
I'm a writer, a leader, but no cheater,
I'm a finder, not a keeper.
No one can tie me, I'm a fighter, not a lover,
I don't care how I look
I can control a fifteen hundred piund animal
So I sure as hell do not need your opinion.
I have struggled all my life to love myself
And now that I do, I have never been happier.
Young folks these days are constantly surrounded by expectations
Look like this! Wear these clothes! Lose weight! Be attractive!
But for some reason, none of this media propoganda ever stuck with me.
How I am flawless?
What a bore,
These weak and fragile ideals,
We hold them close,
To build ourselves up,
But the world in its flawless heart,
Strikes us into chaos
How am I flawless?
The way I love is so bizarre.
You'd see it as I watch the stars
on a late night, his hand in mine,
as we talk of our future: oh, we'll be fine.
I think of how this came about.
Everyone is BEAUTIFUL.
FLAWLESS is unattainable;
as is PERFECTION,
GOD is the only being of Perfection.
He created us, in His Image;
So aren't we all Beautiful?
Beauty is measured by your soul,
Confidence
It wakes me up
Puts a smile on my face
She is my best friend
My best girlfriend
Confidence whispers compliments in my ear
Throughout the day
Just to get me through it
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
When did "what filter should I use?" become a real question?
Is natural lighting not enough?
The real beauty is in your eyes,
Not in the tint of the screen.
I'm flawless because I'm not a size two
I'm flawless because I have acne
I'm flawless because I'm not the perfect friend
I'm flawless because I have enemies
I'm flawless because of my family
They say there's no such thing as perfect
But I happen to know that talk is cheap
Flawless is the best thing to be
To be who I am I must accept who I am
Flawless is just an act that lays beneath
Three times I felt like I needed to end my life.
Three times I felt like I couldn't keep going.
Three times I felt flawed.
Three times I looked myself in the eyes and found enough fire to keep fighting.
Feel like we ain't good enough
Like someone else is always better
Always lying to ourselves
Why we make ourselves these fretters
Someone once said that we all wear a mask to hide our true self and to fit in with the rest. But whose mask is the best. I think we have reached a point where everyone has a mask. I don’t know who I’m talking to and that makes me feel bad.
Sparkling
thats how they're seen
Blood shot
how they feel
after hours of work
Portals to the soul
thats how they're cliched
I'm Flawless
Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect
Cause I'm Far from both ..
But because I love.. I love hard ..
I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep
I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am.
Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all.
The make up disguises who I really am;
Baby, I'm flawless
No wrinkles, no scars.
Curves from top to bottom
And I can show you where they are.
Baby, I'm flawless
No stress, no fear.
When I walk in a room
Modern times are curious.
My eyes see the refreshed feed that refresh me and make me see.
Fancily Photoshopped fellas “free of flaws” but they are unable to emulate me.
Modern times are curious, see?
Many women are ashamed of their bodies.
I was.
I hated my stringbean figure,
My straight hair that never does what it is told,
My thick legs,
My freckles,
My glasses and my eye color.
I am my own kind of sexy, beautiful, weird, corky selfDon't need to prove to others how fab I am, just look into my heart and you'll seeThe true flawless diamond that had been kept well groomed and stored
I am
a perfect lot of destruction
a beautiful messy room
a hopeful little girl
I am
a construstion worker
a cleaner
a hopeful young lady
I am
a builder
Let me take a selfiewith a good camera, not my beat up iPod with the crack across the screenBut a good camera, a good nikon or canon with good focusWhere you can set the exposure with a tap of your finger
If sin and Beauty became as one,
What astounding creation would be done?
Would it not befuddle the mind,
A thing of beauty and transgression designed?
A flawless child meets the eye,
Melt the liquid make-up from my solidified face.
I have let my friends, my family, and myself weld it straight to my face.
It masks my freckles, my fear, and my blemishes.
It's been my dream in life to be taken seriously
To be intelligent
To be adept
To have a voice
But at every turn it's
If you just used a little rogue and shadow
A blurred version of myself stares back at me
the trail of hot tear stains linger on my cheeks as I ask the reflection
"am I beautiful?"
the question presses into my mind,
Who taught you to hate yourself?
From our curly hair to our Nubian skin
They could never put us down
My heart whispers.
And I panic.
My heart will whisper and it will murmur.
I was scared,
And I couldn’t breathe,
When my heart leapt forward,
And forgot to beat,
For the first time.
I am flawless not because of my looks,
But rather because of the way I study my books
I am flawless not because of the clothes I wear
Because clothes can go out of style just like my hair
The mirror is my perfection.
It reflects, contradicts, opposes
And reflects, reveals, interposes.
I am; I am not. Two same divided.
It allows me to realize what pride hid:
Mistakes, mess-ups, mull-sided
I don’t know myself
or who owns my eyes.
I feel like an actor;
a ghost, a disguise,
I’m a colorless stranger
and I let myself rot;
but others are special,
and them, I do not.
Beauty is many things
But it is NOT power
Confidence.
Strength.
Intelligence.
These things give me power
These are the things that make me feel FLAWLESS
Beauty is many things
I won't cry in front of you,
but I'll cry over you.
I won't let anyone see me break,
but I break down.
I want nothing more than to go to school and teach,
but it seems like a long shot.
Muisc is my life
Music is my passion
Music is a way for me to release all my emotions
Without music, my life would be shattered.
What I've been through,
What I've seen.
What I've heard,
Here's a little story of the girl who thought she'd never make it.
Growing up in a world that told her all she has to do is fake it.
Seeing the world in black and white isn't right,
and she knew it,
I woke up with slob stuck to my face
but I'm still flawless
Hair a mess, all over the place
but I'm still flawless
They are what make us unique,
What makes us learn from our mistakes.
Everyone has them,
so how can you say who has the better mutation?
These tiny imperfections are what differentiate us from one another.
Is it the clothing you wear,
The makeup you use,
Or the style of your hair?
Society puts us on a pedestal to be perfect
The goal is to look like a model, right?
To aspire a size 2 dress.
I hate the word disorder
and they say that's the best way to describe it;
as if you were a book from their shelf taken out of alphabetical order
My dad said once
That flaws are what make a woman beautiful
It took me eighteen years to believe it
Those words, flowing through my mind like a boat on the ocean.
Up, down. Up, down. Where am I going?
I'm flawless?
Yes.
You, beating yourself up in there, are flawless.
Your A and AB honor rolls
In elementary and middle schools didn't go away.
Sure, they didn't stick around for high school, but
4:32 am
I sit up and look around my room only to see different shades of black, each just as lonely as the next.
I wish
You all could see
The small girl behind the facade.
Behind the facade
That does nothing but show off
And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.
When really
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
I have been boxed and labeled,
and am expected to reach a certain location,
but I've been lost in the mail,
Faith is never an easy entity to face.
What does it look like?
Does it have two eyes?
No eyes at all?
Faith is walking when everyone tells you there’s no ground.
Why follow a crowd?
Never have fit in with a pack.
I've always taken the " small leap of faith" so they say.
Natural hair? Psh I've dyed my hair so many colors natural isn't even an option anymore!
I look to the ground at my feet,avoiding the looks from society;I feel like a cheat;I’m overwhelmed from my anxiety;My flaws are showing.
Society trying
to mislead me
Make me something
I’m not
Or are they
Trying to rip
The veil
In front
of my
blind eyes
To reveal
What I have yet
To see
The beauty of love,
Is that it cannot be sought,
It cannot be tracked,
It can only be found,
Sometimes in the most unlikely of places
who i was and who i am
became strangers so quickly when did I begin to lose myself
I got caught in the wind and it took me places
I never planned on going
Get speed dressed, eat quickly, rush to school. . .
Get good grades, get compliments, feel awkward. . .
Get sister, get home, get sleep. . .
Wake up and do it all over again.
Girls.
Overpriced makeup. It
Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
Reasons why I am flawless:
I am not. I have a dead rose garden buried in my body and a barbed wire fence around my heart.
I am who i am, idenpendent and strong minded. In today's society beauty and perfection is all that matters. If im not skinny enough, pretty enough or perfect enough then that means i'm not good enough.
French vanilla is what they see of me
and has always viewed me as
lack of sun is what they may say
but African American is me all the way
the background of my family is what I would
I may not be my mother, tall, strong and bold
but who I am is who I am and that is all you need to know
Your feet are too big
Your feet are too small
Your legs are too thick
Your legs are too thin
Your butt is big
Your butt is small
Be who I am
Your tummy is so flat
You think I mind,
When you roll your eyes?
You think I care,
That you don't like my hair?
You think it gets to me,
When you don't want to be next to me?
You think it hurts,
I've found it hard to wake up many morningsBecause I wondered what good it'd be;To struggle with the thought of never beingAs perfect as the people that I see.
You (Flawless)
She wakes up and starts her day
Gets in the car and goes to school
Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
What is beauty?
Everyone has different opinions about beauty.
But what is beauty?
Beauty can be big,
Beauty can be little.
Beauty can be light,
Beauty can be dark.
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your more than your beatuiful cures and thighs.
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your blemishes and imperfections are your perfections.
A fallen angel
with a broken wing
Still she manages
somehow to sing
Though her song is sweet
It's full of sorrow
Wasted yesterdays
with a promise for tomorow
She fell for love
It's true no one is perfect.
But everyone can become Flawless.
I'm flawless in my own way.
I am Fanatical.
I am Loyal.
I am Accepting.
I am Whimsical.
I am Lovable.
I am Enthusiastic.
Pretty blue eyes and dashing blonde hair,
petite little girl and they say it’s not fair.
Cute as a button and smart as a wit,
can’t beat that smile and what comes with it.
Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
The wind carries my soul away from this society that is oh so cruel
, and I am greeted by the birds in the sky
To those who look
nothing seems extraordinary
a standard face, two eyes
a nose, high cheek-bones
My big brown eyes that often speak more than my lips
The locks of curls in my hair
My legs
More specifically the shape and strength of my legs
All admired by most and specifically by me
they look at her with big bright eyes
little do they know she rages inside
they look at her like she's an angel sent from above
little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
Flawed; simply those who stand with imperfections, and have mental or physical blemishes.
I believe you are what you think you are...
Self-fulfilling prophecy
Out of the millions who reside Earth
I am no different
Fairly tall enough to help when possible
Light chocolate skin that should not be judged
Woke up one day,ready for a change, trying to dream those disney dreams. A bippity boppity boo and my dream would come true, id look like a princess, or maybe even one of those perfect cartoons.
Delicate and fragile,Broken and mended,Metaphorically red and constantly beating,Full of love and care but yet so tender,Pulsing with blood and affection so dearly,
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror,
To see who I am and wonder if I need to change.
The media shows us that we are inferior,
That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
I woke up like this,
this is how I'm made.
I learned from Gaga when she said,
"Baby, I was born this way".
Everyone's unique, and perfect and true.
This is true for me, and it's true for you too.
I'm not flawless
I'm not perfect
But with my personality,
I promise I'm worth it
I have many talents
Blessed with many gifts
I can't name them all
So, I'll just make a list
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
"Perfect" This word leaves me vexed.
I'm amazed and astounded, confused and confounded at the imperfect models of perfection.
The ugliness of what they call "true beauty".
Even though I hear Beyonce telling me
Flawless in not something that I want to be
I want to have tangles in my hair
and eat more than is my share
I want to wear pajamas all day
Verse 1:
Why do I fall when I stand
why do I sink when I swim
and why when I try these things never go as planned
when I'm around you everything I try to do seems to fail
I want to be strong.
I want to be pretty.
I want to be heard.
Someone will always have what we want,
but cherishing what we have is the best thing to own.
I always thought,
and thought.
Looking at the long mirror I go to peek at the astonshing image shown
I see a confident girl looking cute in her school's plaid skirt
she seems ready to charge the day.
Every day, I wake up,
thinking, what does this day hold for me.
thinking, what will people think of me?
will they like my hair?
my shoes, my shirt, pants, watch, belt?
all these questions buzz in my head
What makes me flawless? I am flawless beacuse of all my things that don't make me falwless. All my mistakes and insecurities make me the man I am today.
I feel alive.
I'm on my side.
I'll send them a postcard
Straight from the heart.
I'll goo ahead and roar.
Make them want more.
I'm not just a pretty face.
I've got what it takes.
A beautiful face is that all you see , desighner on her back , matched with the gucci shoes and using common phrases such as ...."I sip my tea ".
Passion: Noun.
Intense driving, or overmastering conviction.
Yes! I Am Triumphant.
I have discovered the depths of the blurry image
Of what the crystal ball kept trying to show me.
Full of flaws or rather deprived of it?
Perfection in one or an endless search to reach it,
Pondering on things that make me unique,
Blurs the reality of who is the real me,
In life we’re given two options,
I'm no Barbie.But I Thought I Should be.Compared myselfTo girls of the Barbie standard.Hurt myselfThinking all about'perfection'.
I know who I am .
I am one to
F
E
E
L
Though I am real.
Deep down i am hurt,
From the distance you are at,
You see my muscle and my fat,
But if you look into my eyes,
You will find a great surprise!
Ask me of the books I read,
I want to leave a mark on the world
Not just any colon or comma
One that inspires the heart
Something bold like an exclamation,
Sharp!
Within past history whether it be
Black or tan
The courage to accept being alone
The beauty of knowing it takes time
The strength to know it just you without a clone
Impaired
Erroneous
Defective
Problematic
The definition of mankind
Immaculate
Perfect
Faultless
I've been surrounded by people,
who've greatly impacted my life.
"Great", such a terriible word.
Its nature is a double-edged sword.
For one who conquers the world,
whether to spread love or unleash hate
Our country professes to value children
Yet when you look at everyone’s priority list
They are at the bottom.
No paternity leave
Maternity leave is short and unpaid.
I am perfectly imperfect.
I know I am full of flaws.
I accept my self and I love myself for who I am.
I am Flawless by giving advice to my friends.
I am Flawless by making my friends laugh when upset.
Rebellion.
The sweet word
with a combination of freedom
recklessness and disorder.
Love it,
Break it,
Tear it if you will--
I'll scream its meaning loud!
Green like a beautiful field on a summer day.
Green like a giant, sparkling emerald.
Green like the mountains covered with trees.
Green like a flowers leaves.
Green like the feathers of a bird.
Woke up, hooped out of the bed then looked at the time
looked in the mirror, rubbed my eyes kinda shocked what i find
is this thing true, or is this some image that is trapped in my mind
I'm not perfect
no one is
but our flaws makes us who we are
flwaless is perfection in the works
Flawless in more ways than one
I am a girl
with a flick of tongue, of witt, of fun
I am more than just a girl
I am hilarious
observant
a hurrican of passion
She's stepped between worlds, conquered her fears
Left home behind, dried all her tears
Full of beauty, and grace
She's brazen in her chase
Her road's just beginning
When in life,
In times of strife,
One must be a leader.
Whether it sounds its command in a roar or a squeak,
Whether it executes with the hand of the strong or the mind of the weak,
What makes us all flawless.
We are all not the same.
We are unique with beauty of all sorts,
I've never been one for being like everyone else
because it was never how I was taught.
Although, at the same time,
it was both a choice and not an option.
It was a choice not be to be like others,
I rise in the morning, a smile upon my face
I look out to the world and realize I'm in love with this place
Although my smile crooked and yellow
I show off my dimples anyway, and say a happy hello
As a growing Flower
i take in positivity from randoms'
Parents and Friends
Strangers and Lovers
But also i take in Negativity
From
Parents and Friends
Strangers and Lovers
They say I need to change
to be more
More what?
I say I'm already as good as can be
From my mind
to my waisteline
and even feet- Yes!
I say I'm already
as good as can be
Partially, everybody is perfect in one way or another
Contradicting the way perfect is told to smother,
Others, the beings who are flawless in every way,
With top grades, wages that actually pay,
To the girl with the coke bottle figure:Everyone gets dehydrated sometimesThey are thirsty, parched, dry, crunching bonescreaking out for just a sip of you
Put your makeup on, go to the beauty salon.
Get your nails done, my dear loved one.
Curl your hair, keep it slim their.
run an extra mile, keep your smile
Just so they could like you?
I am beautiful, inside and out.
From my waist to my hips to my thighs,
I am satisfied.
A full-figured bombshell that oozes confidence in every stride.
I challenge you to say I am anything but beautiful.
They never see me, the boys in my classes.
I sit right beside one, smiling and laughing at his outrageous stories.
Our eyes lock as he exams the room
I don't do regular, I'm far from it
Just makes it sick to your stomach now don't it
I do stuff you couldn't do, it's too easy
When you hear of my illness baby it'll make you quesy
Looking pretty scholarly,
colleges will offer me;
full tuition, room and board, books and all necessities,
Yeah,
I'm blessed beyond measures,
all my hard work is beyond measure.
Who knows what goes on behind closed doors?
A little gilr doing her chores.
But she is a sad girl., but only she knows.
She stares in the mirror with guise and hate.
Wondering who would ever take her on a date.
Broke a vase and crashed a car,
Told my Daddy I wasn't going far.
I choked on stage
Tripped and fell
I am definitly not hollywood,
Oh damn well.
Got a drink dumped on my face
To think such beauty could emerge from the dirt
To think she could withstand being tread upon
To endure the mental and physical hurt
No, this is not the treatment she chose
To be treated like a weed
I'm a flawless lady made of different parts, it's hard to find the words to start.
Everything about me screams flawless. Whether it's the way I walk with my head held high or the aroma I leave when I walk bye.
Head up not down
Lips up not down
Nothing more precious and beautiful, than a lady being herself
Comfortable in my own skin
God made me this way for a reason
Won't change for the seasons
#Hi.
I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect.
But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
I once knew a girl in Junior high ,
With pretty eyes but kind of shy,
her voice was sweet and smooth like butter,
But when people saw her they thought nothing of her;
She had one friend who she met in elementary,
Work hard play hard
Give it all you got
Try hard slay hard
Gotta take this shot
Been up all night giving my all
Puttin in the work
Take it in shake it off
Even though it hurts
Maranda
A god damned mess of imperfections that only she can see
It's as if someone took a shotgun to her self confidence and left it full of holes
She knows she is breaking down every second on the inside from
I can name you every bully I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.
I can name you every day I've ever said I hated myself.
I can name you every moment that I've ever felt pathetic.
I get up in the morning and what do i see
A flawless face staring back at me
Through the water its lines crash
Out the other side in front of fogged glass
Not a blemish or black head marks this skin
"YOU ARE STUPID!" they say
Just who are they? these people who get in my way?
"GIVE UP ON YOUR LIFE!" Yeah right
My future is looking bright
Who are you to call me these things
Why am I here
I ask myself every day
To live, to love, to laugh maybe
I don't fully understand my purpose
Hopes of being something great
Dreams of being something amazing
I wonder how people see me
Likes to laugh
Likes to dance
Likes to eat chocolate
Cocolate both white and brown
Likes to live life as me and only that
There is only one me and that is a fact
I'm flawless because I'm flawed
This is my peom about how I feel, I never realized how hard itd be to peel,
back all the visual standards to better reveal.
My inner desires, thoughts turning my wheel.
Well here I am, and this is what I'll say,
Look at me
What do you see?
Young, black, short, mean
Somewhere in between?
I look in the mirror
You know what I see?
A queen
Staring back at me
Not the tallest
PerfectionThis is meEveryone must know
Shout it from the rooftopsWrite it in the skyI’m Flawless
Guys want to be with meGirls want to be meI exude confidence
To the people around me My flaws are abundant Limitless, astounding, and blaring Like the sound of a siren's scream However, to me They are beautiful creatures Ready to fly and ready to be Ready to take off in the world As if they battle like sol
"It was a father to a son,
and that son to his son,
that set the tone for a future
which had not begun.
With freedom like a river
that had sadly ran dry,
His unsettled upbringing
They told me that every scar on my body
Was just another moment that I survived.
That every stretched valley was a sign of
The struggles I've overcome.
I didn't believe them until now.
I did not wake up like this
I grew with love and happiness
my family kept me grounded and strong
my faith kept me where I belong
I might have my faults, don't we all?
I am flawless,
Perfect and like no other.
My hairs not long,
And I don't mind my brother.
I love school,
Yet I struggle in classes.
I don't own Uggs,
And wear broke glasses.
Oh Beyoncé ,oh Beyoncé ! Girl you flawless . You empower what flawless represents . How about me tho?Someone once said your not flawless , your not original . Sad words, such false words. I want to be Beyoncé , I want to be Beyoncé .
i am flawless because i wake up every morning and don't want to get out of bed
but i do anyways.
and every day, i wear my battle armour;
whether it's red lipstick or my combat boots
Flawless.
Flaws of the skin,
Flaws from within
Lost and damaged
Working hard to repair a mental image.
You did not wake up like this
You're currently looking in the mirror at a far cry from what it is.
I've been treated worse than dirt for one reason alone,Because my greatest sin,Was living my life my way,I've taken punches and had my hair pulled,
I refuse to believe that nobody's perfect.
I am perfect.
With my curvy hips and Fiery soul.
I may not be Beyonce,
But I am Flawless.
You might not look at me and see alot,
What our culture does not seem to understand is that we are all
Different
Unique
Beautiful
In our own way
There is not a single definition to what beauty actually is
To me, I am beautiful
Marching band.What's the first thing you think of when you hear it?Geeky, out of place kids holding or hitting big pieces of metal,Making stupid 80's references and talking about dungeons and dragons?
Sasha fierce is what they call her
Young girls dream of her
They want to BE HER, to live LIKE her, sing LIKE her,
I'm not the best of sons,
and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war.
I live with scars that just won't seem to end,
but you know what?
They're my medals and best friend.
She is perfect.
Prosperous grades,
Belle hair,
Admirable girl.
She's stuck up.
Favorable grades,
Pretty hair,
Commendable girl.
Her home is broken but she has
Nobody is ever PERFECT, we all make MISTAKES
I’ve CHEATED on my boyfriend, I’ve LIED to my mother
I’ve TRIPPED on my own foot, I’ve COVERED my face in make-up
I’ve CURSED to fit in, I’ve CUT my own skin
I am young, I am Naïve, and I am gullible.
I am old, I am jaded, and I am a realist.
My traits contradict each other at every turn I take.
My hair is ratty, with multiple dead ends.
I started early, not knowing what to do.
I chose the flute so I could whistle
They thought I wouldn't seek it through
They told me I would quit, like a cat on a thistle
My director didn't like me much
Trained ears,
Strong mind.
Studied mind,
Exercised mouth.
Hashtag: Feminist.
Hashtag: Liberal.
Hashtag: Woman.
Twitter, Facebook:
Platforms.
Say it.
Just say it.
i am your whisper of strength in the battle cry of your demons
i am the promise of a beginnnig, a phoenix
i am the end so long anticipated
bittersweet, empowering
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow
Underneath my matt of hair and freckles
There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts
Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
I am flawless because I am ambitious.
I am flawless because I am beautiful.
I am flawless because I am my own person.
I am flawless because I have a big heart.
I am flawless because I am loyal.
I am more than my hair,
More then my clothes?
Painting my face everyday,
Is it worth it?
Am I worth more than what is on the outside?
All these comments in my head,
I am questioning my self worth.
Shield me from the star
and i remain the same
Bring me to the light and they multiply
Skin so pristine
with only a few thousand blemishes
What is shamed to be obtained
Do you think I’m that oblivious?
Because I don’t need ears in the back of my head
To hear how you think I’d be better off dead
Do you think I don’t know about my
Bad reputation
Mental aberration
Iam more flaw than flawless speaking in terms of mind you have to make maistakes so that flaw can be less than stress a flawless diamond is what i seek to be something that the world would envy but i would explain my flaws so they can s
Shall I start with an introduction?
Just wow I am doing this production, I am beyond FLAWLESS this is no assumption.
feel my vibes go through the winds and sands of the the earth.
Warrior
I know what you think when you look at me.Everyone thinks the same exact thing.But no one really knows, or cares to understand,just what it is, that makes me who I am.
Im not afraid to show it, I dont care if people know it. I love myself.
Ive taught myself to think it, I live, breathe, drink it. I love myself.
Mirrors use to make me cry, now I dont even have to try. I love myself.
Who I am is not who I want to be
I am much more beyond what you choose to see
I am smart and humorous
I wake up looking in the mirror
Brush my teeth
My horrid breath no longer existing
I change into an extravagant outfit
No longer feeling insecure
I put on a mask of powder and liquid
Feeling perfect
Depression, comparisons
Oh no you're wrappped in
Who is that girl
Who sends you in a whirl
She has the dainty features
While you stand in the mirror looking like a creature
Thoughts race, you cry
Keeping a level head is what I do best,
Achieving my goals is the most important aspect of my life,
Treating people with care is my passion,
Instructing others is one of my assets,
Entertaining is another,
Sitting silently in the front row
Taking in the voices around me.
My pen in hand
Scribbling in the notebook.
Days later the test arrives.
Writing as fast as I can,
Flawless is not true
Lawless is the virtue I seek
Awless is what these spreads on PAPER magazine make the men do
Less is what makes the woman's world bleak with the deadly streaks of no mystique
Flawless is perfection
Perfection is having no inadequacy
But because i am flawed
I am Flawlessly me
You see I wasn't made to be without fault
I'm proud to say I'm not perfect at all
I look in the mirror and I think of all the negative comments people have made to me.
From talking about my big eyes, to commenting on my fluctuating body weight.
i write and i write but how can i describe the feelings that i have yet to experience with words i can't even begin to know the meaning of?
Flawless/ What is the meaning of this word/ The beauty seen here/ This God/ This God/ This God standing in front of me/ How?/ Is it that I see you here/ I am b
There she was
Laying on her bed
Hair messed up
Makeup smeared
Beaten
No will to live
No strength to go on
No recognition of what self love was
I search for a shadow to be my safe haven
I’m condemned to be a lawyer, a doctor, or maybe an engineer,
Filled with the hopes and dreams of my parents,
I spill blood over the paper because words are my safe haven,
As a child expectations make us. Growing up we feel them break us. the expectation to suceed. The expectation preasure is to much. The preasure is felt harder and harder. Expectations build our struggle. When we struggle we learn.
Flawless is me,
because this is how God made me.
Flawless is me,
Because God made me this way,
And this is how i am gonna stay.
Flawless is me,
Because God loves me,
I stand alone in my weirdness,
Yes I do.
There is nothing special though.
I go to school,
I go home.
I see his face,
but I'm all alone.
There is nothing special about me,
No.
There was a girl with beautiful short hair,
Blonde as wheat, once so long she chose to share.
Pale as parchment with a spread of freckles,
She enjoys foods with chocolate speckles.
The Girl In the Corner,
Yes the one all alone,
The one who is in the pouring rain,
She has had a troubed past,
Cuts that are like sleaves going up and up her arm,
Her parents both gone,
Beauty holds no true shape or matter.
It is not tangible.
One cannot measure it.
It cannot be tasted.
Who can define beauty?
Beauty can only be created
one can choose how to define beauty.
You tell me to Be me, yet you say its not good enough.
I consider what you say and remember onE thing
Do, again, repeat.Look back, remember, repeat.Do, again repeat.Look back, remember, repeat.Three little letters that are a part of meAre why I can memorize things.A-B-C1-2-3Do, again, repeat.
I am not just your Facebook Friend,
Not a profile picture,
Not another one of your precious likes,
Not a tag in a post,
Or a name in your chat box,
I am a living, breathing person,
"TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYING GRAVITY"
Is what you will hear come out of me
because I can sing
more beautifuuly than you could ever believe.
I scare some people with my sound
My dad always told me I was beautiful,
But inside I never thought the words were useful.
I would never truly believe what he would say,
But I would carry on with life anyway.
Smile brighter than the sun
Skin tone same color as honey
she lights up like gold
beautiful on the outside , and the inside
she is a sailing soul
voice softer than a melody
One day I woke up
Thinking I had had enough
This world this life was filling me up
with lies that told me I could never be enough
But when I looked into the mirror
thought about how those words made me feel
I laugh in light of myself
And I am made alive
Reborn like the phoenix
I was born to strive
For happiness and content
Where my smile saves the day
There is no sorrow on earth
Flawless has so many meanings
From perfect to beautiful
But what is the real meaning
Is it what you want it to be or a textbook definition
I believe its what you make it to be
Mine is being confident in you
I like to be me thats what I figure
I am smart my knowlege gets bigger
i am appealing to the eye
not a fast girl so don't let dudes just touch on my thigh
The wind of my hair,
My hair on my face,
My face a tint pink
From the weather that does stink.
The snow comes down, down upon my feet
I look up to the sky knowing I will defeat.
When I look in the mirror, I see what I see,
my desires have driven me to blind true reality.
How can I tell if my soul has progressed?
There he sulked, distraught, after an unfortunate defeat,
He did what he always had done at these times- sat down and began to tweet,
The best in the world, he was to his fans, but his intentions they often mistook,
I Need new Jordans
I Need a Iphone 6
I Need is really what you want, "But i gotta have it i need it now"
The pleasure of what you desire in hand is an amazing feeling.
I want water
I want food
At what point does
One
Become two?
Does it experience the growing pains
as it's
CHAnged
And morPHED?
And once
two reaches 3,
All my life I have been trying to fight the world.
Ignoring the messages from televison commercials, ignoring the blurps of the radio, ignoring the brightly colored signs that tell me how to be in my body.
Long legs and knobby knees,
Sit and listen, won't you please?
After that it's kind of fat,
But what's the matter with that.
Then my arms, lanky and gaunt,
Not something I normally flaunt.
In this worldWe all competeDo you look good?Did you run a mile?Sometimes we forgetTo look beneath
Who wins you might ask?
Well of course, it's up to you.
Wether you keep the mask
Or be true to you
Life is a game
No one wants to play
And the only two things that can be quite left
No one can take away persons body or mind
I beleive my mind can create the world i want
And my body can produce the people in it
Its who I am, just this girl who'd rather be herself than anything else in this world
I'm my own inspiration, no hesitating to change myself for anybody
When your goneits like my world stops.when your gonemy head spins in loops.when your gonemy heart feels hollow.but only when your gone.
I was in love. And you were too.we were together, through and through.but you left me alone, Stranded in an ocean of my tears.it was the end. Of me. Of you. Of us. Of who we were.
Dear Artists,
We all have 3 common grounds of expressions
I.
One common idea to keep our feets grounded while the rest of our heads wandering in the universe
Because we artists are the universe
I’m driving to the store. I look left at a stoplight;
A girl is applying on mascara on her already thick lashes
In the limited time frame that we have and I think of
To be strong it makes you feel flawless
I want everyone to see what I see
To be strong means to always take chances
Chase the dreams that appear in front of me
To stay strong in times that seem doubtful
They say Dijah you'd be a baddie if you only lost a couple pounds
I'm not going to dit around and act like I ain't thought about it
A perfect body is more appealing but it's funny how
Oh my hair! Oh my hair!
How I love and take such care
Don’t look at my face
That’s not my best place
Oh this hair of mine!
In the morning it takes so much time
She holds a beauty within like no other,
She holds her head high with her goals in sight.
She never lets go of her dreams in life,
She never breaks down, never gave in.
Who is that girl with that frizzy,curly hair?
Well that's me that looks impefectly,
No need to dress up or try to impress,
As everybody knows, I am different from the rest,
From my long toes to my big nose,
Some consider it an encumbrance
But I use it as motivation
There is no reason to have frustration
As I grind I know my life is limitless
My brother knows my success is imminent
During any given situation
Short
I am Short
I've known this for long time but I just don't undertsand
I am Short
But I'm tall in spirit
I am short
I am not a perfect weight, I am way heavier than I'd like to be. I am not the most beautiful girl you'll ever lay your eyes on, there are girls way prettier than me. I cant speak French fluently, even though I've been learning it for years now.
Me... I am flawless.
I am the definition of flawless from head to toe. Beauty queen and a model whose runway is her room.
When you feel sad, insecure, helpless
Worthless, you must find strength somewhere
Somewhere that cannot be overlooked
Somewhere that is GREAT
Somewhere that is positive
Somewhere that can't be beat
Flawless me.
Flawless me.
The only me I wish to be.
Though I am full of anxiety.
I will continue to be,
Flawless me.
Flawless me.
The LGBT community,
Is part of me.
Flawless me.
Seven billion billion billion atoms in the human body.
Each one, creating a different part of a DNA sequence;
that makes us different by point one percent.
You are ninety nine point nine pecent me,
a daisy on the side of the road
dust blowing in my face
trying to move but my roots keep me grounded
is there purpose,
what is identity,
what sets ME apart form the others?
flowers dont move;
Once a friend said:
"Your eyes are always smiling"
That was one of the nicest compliments anyone has given me.
My eyes are not anything to "ooh" or "aah" about,
The corset is now off,
Putting all the guard down.
What if they should flout or scoff?
Sea of shame, go ahead, drown.
Fabricating to care,
Pitching bad self esteem.
Yet they gossip and stare,
"You should come to school with your hair straightened!"
Why?
Sorry, Conair, nothing personal.
Big, brown, and bushy when brushed, my curly hair is my thing.
I was born with, and I say this very seriously,
sausage toes.
One night, a man looked at my bare feet, at
this party I went to, and he laughed. He
said, "Did you know that you have
We werent born the same.
Everyone is different
mankind has flaws
Even the sky has lightning and thunder
but who is to say that isnt beautiful?
Some people may see the flaws in you
I lived on people's shooulders during parades or tours or anything really important to see.
I was always (and still am) in the front row for pictures.
Not another love can compare to you,
Or was it even love at all?
I had your undivided attention at first,
Or was it only for the thirst?
I wake up and look in the mirror
To red marks and scars on my face and body
I cover them with makeup and whatever I can find
But what I don't have to cover up is what makes me
FLAWLESS
Why does the wind blow on the other side?
Feeling as if I'm trapped in my own of forgetfullness
I am inherently by birth a flawed creature
I was born from the earth with my mother's heart and my father's features
Raised in the darkness just as a lotus would drive forth from the dirt to the heavens above
Guess I don't get it
as I get all the credit.
I get I'm the President,
but without me really trying,
GLOW UP getting it's own article
made mom so proud-
In the words of my mother “I was as big as a good shit” Which was some shit seeing a I gave her so many complications.
I wake up everyday with a smile on my face
Life is a race
I have been pushed around
People have tried to trip me up
But I always had belief in myself
It doesn't matter where you come from
Verdadera princesa
A true princess
A young woman in a big world
A first Gen' American
I see you here, Great Mango tree.
How your steady green leaves go to and fro.
How I see myself in you wherever I go.
Though you appear tall and strong, without a care in the world,
At the age of 10
she told me I wasn't going to be pretty for the rest of my life
Unblemished
Without mark or scar
Perfect skin free of acne
Not a hair out of place
Makeup painted on your face
Teeth, straight and white
Flaw
A mark that distracts from appearance...
I don't wake up perfect
and my teeth aren't white
but if there's one thing I'm proud of
My girls are beautiful
Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror
My girls are special
I used to let beauty define me…..As I gaze at my reflection, I wonder how my life changed so dramatically fast. I went from being one of the popular kids to one of the “losers”. But the funny thing is, this new label does not bother me.
I wake up every morning,
stuggling,
to find something beautiful,
about myself,
my legs aren't flattering,
neither is my kinky hair,
but when I stare in the mirror,
I look passed,
What beauty is to me is not what it is to you
Beauty is not measured by the amount of makeup I wear
Beauty is not measured by the clothes I wear
Beauty is not measured by the sizes of my bra and rear
I have flaws
but so do you
my flaws make me perfectly imperfectly
your flaws do to
I smile at my flaws with my crooked smile
Because I know
I love myself
Flaws and all
Hurt is not an emotion. It is a growth that multiplies with you as you age, spreading like cancer to your heart, and hardening it to the point of never wanting to feel again.
I never was the girl who had it all
Hell, I was the one who had nothing at all.
But here I am,
I stand before you
proud and tall.
No money nor connections,
just sheer ambition
for the defintion of beauty
like the definition of art
cannot be defined
every wound and scar only to add to the shine
for all is valued
they may doubt it but I never will
Flaws are beautiful
Play Pretend
Imagine:
There is a girl standing by herself, observing her features and physical characteristics in a mirror.
I didn't wake up like this
I couldn't be any less from flawless
My parents weren't around to see me growing into this
There are mountains we must move in life
To get to the hills we sit atop
To watch the sun rise and set.
I lag from a torn leg and a broken heart,
But the blisters on my feet tell me,
"It's okay to struggle."
I wake up each morning,
and I brush my tangled hair,
I dont put on make-up,
and I dont have expensive clothes to wear.
So say what you will,
I am flawless.
Sometimes I am quite,
i trythat’s what it isto be humanto trywhen allyou want todo is cryi’ve failedso many timesi’ve brokentoo many heartsi haven’t beenbravethe silver
the whole world smiles with - me?
Crazy thick, strawberry blonde "locks",
nervously flipping them with an old book and cup of tea,
an unexpected special moment of a smile with a stranger
I am a woman that is amazing
Perfect in every way,
With such a beautiful smile,
That can lighten up anybodys day,
the ideal description of beauty,
With eyes color of cinnamon,
When i say this just know its true, you are beautiful because god made you. You might think your this or your that but just know that your eveything someone looks for , even if you think your fat.
My life is amazing no need to change my life is flawless to me
My flaws are what make me unique
Thought the hunt comes pain but thought the joy comes happiness
I'm the image of a butterfly beauty and smart
Your beautiful mind is sick
You see yourself as less than you are
I know you think you're not worth a crap,
But your very being makes me glad
I hope you know you're worth more than a mountain of gold
Walk with confidence
Talk with purpose
Dress with class
Speak with sass
Let there be beauty in your air
Be one who leaves them with wonder
See who you want to be
Line your lips
One left, my heart died
As it broke my trust on love
One came, my heart lived
My heart learned to love again
Gently piled my trust once more
The heart can be taught,
As I walked on a busy street,
Side by side with random people
Seeing variety of souls when eyes meet
I see joy, love, hatred and trouble
Across the street I see an old lady
My skin is not milkyMy hair is not shinyMy nails are not manicuredMy body is not toned My eyebrows aren't tweezedMy teeth are not perfectly straight
There is one thing I can say
That makes me who I am today
My best quality things
Than can be physically seen
Thunder thighs
Because I am a runner
I love my dimples
I love bellowing laughter
I love being loud.
I love violin
I loe making punny jokes
I love seeing smiles.
I love uniqueness
Because I am not like you
When I was just a little girl
My mom would tell me how
She loved my hair of kink and curl
The way she liked it down.
My body is the twisted trunk of tree
Charred, cracked and broken
The branches that reach up the the sky
Are filled with lines where scissors tore my skin open
My leaves are scratches, freckles, and pimples
It's the things you can't see at a distance that make someone special.
You can't find it in the dimples on their cheeks or on the bridge of their nose.
It's in their soul.
If I could list all the things that make me
I'd start with a child no older than three
It is her battling the noose of cancer--not me
My work ethic stems from two people, not three
Writing you this poem reflects my lovemakes you doubt, it’s hard to concealAccused to things that’s hard to dealso please erase the doubts above. Trust is like freeing a dove
Only one is flawless. It's not me. But I am okay with my flaws. They do not define me. I live for a greater cause, the one who is truly flawless.
Burning with anger
Flowing with Flaws
I am me
And me I am
Rushing with fiery
Swimming in Heaven
I am me
And me I am
Cutting off pain
Spitting my fire
Dishonest, impolite, impatient, disrespectful, boastful -
A litany that continues.
Not caring or sharing with anyone -
Amber eyes and a crooked smile,
not a model aspect to be seen.
Happily content with the so called imperfection,
blessed to be imperfectly me.
Eyebrows for days and indecisive dark hair,
To me my skin is beautiful
My soft brown skin
No mask of makeup will define my realness
Natural hair here and there
My curls are there for you to stare
May rock a weave when I want to
I met a boy who turned my world upside down, the next thing i knew life came crashing down. He said he'd stay and that he loved me, i ended up alone carrying his baby.
I am not flawless.
I live a life burdened with mistakes and errors.
I know my mistakes and the scars they have left.
Who is more flawless than thee? Who is more flawless than we? Competing for a title that is only skin deep. Look in the mirror and you will see, the flawless beauty that lies beneath.
Life is bleak
Like an empty page
Feeling agitated, restless, or violent
Ripped, crumpled pages, and broken pencils
This block -
The first step to a solution
Is a problem
Life is unplanned
Once independence takes over,
that is when you know you don't need him anymore.
And when you learn to love yourself,
that's when you know you won't need him to love you first.
Lately I've been thinking that I'm more like the Evil Queen than Snow White.
I am not Wicked, nor am I a Queen-
I am a woman
a young woman
in a society that values my looks above all else.
Depressed-depressed and purged from joy
I stand in the absence of men.
Fears of course are not lacking
And regrets I continue stacking.
Yet how generous is your hatred’s provider
There have been changes all around me
Ever since I was a little girl
I never seemed to notice until my imagination started to go
Magazines left and right, pop culture and the lights
I have a superpower.
It is rare, almost like flying.
You don't see many people flying.
My superpower is words.
I don't have a way with words,
that implies words are a force to be had a way with.
Concrete blocks on the sidewalk
A bounce in every step
A beam for each passing face
A passion firing to every heart
A simplistic reminder
The way I walk , The way I talk , The way I carry myself , My confidence over whelms you.
In return emotions stir that you can't help.
I don't blame you.
What you see is what you want.
Although I’m not perfect,
I don’t feel the need to change
Being myself is the coolest,
It shouldn’t be seen as lame
I’m smart and I’m funny,
These are the things that make me perfect
What makes me flawless is my determination
What makes me flawless is my effort
My dreams, my passion, my goals
My achievements were not handed to me
I work hard to be the best
They said "You can't." so in return I thought "I cant."
They said "You aren't." so in return I thought "I'm not."
I pulled up my tights and I leaped onto the floor.
The music got loud
When all the odds are against you...
You know that you're doing something right
Being Native American I face the rumors of what I "am"
But the way I see it, it is encouragement
Flowing from my tongue is a river of speech,
But flawless is nowhere in my vocabulary
Therefore I won’t preach about what I think is flawless
But more of why my flaw is less.
Navy scrub top
White scrub pants
White sneakers and my nametag.
I'm in the lab doing my skills, striving for perfection.
I will make it.
Tomorrow starts my internship
I am a geek,
The geekiest of geeks,
The nerdiest of nerds.
I wear glasses,
I have pimples,
But is that all I am?
I am a singer.
I am a girly girl,
And a tomboy,
I’m going to take small steps
There is no need for leaps and bounds
Small steps
Leading me to what is to be found
The world seems to be spinning
In a rush, in a hurry
Everyone wants to be winning
There are people breathing air I have never tasted
Air that has been recycled and repurposed
to start wars
to blow up birthday balloons
to whisper secrets in lovers ears
A young woman should be bold and brazen and fearless and I,
I am not.
A young woman should embody grace and charm and hope and I,
I am not.
You’ve got to breathe.
Take a deep breath and stop crying.
You’ve got to do this.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
I'm a first class writer,
VIP introvert.
And don't tell me I'm not the observer,
because I am the observer of the observed.
My fingers play Fur Elise on my keys,
as I plead not to kill
It's not my looks that set me apart from the crowd.
My academic achievements make me no different from others either.
I am not smothered with popularity, and I am not showered with constant admiration.
I wake up in the morning feeling all good and clean
put on my Jordans everybody look at me
I'm feeling myself
Perfection, Symmetry, and smoothness..
I am not those things.
I am flawed, scared, and rugged.
My skin is translucent.
Blue veins on my wrists intertwining.
Flowing through my body.
One may point out all my imperfections,
and say I'm fat,
but I want to make some corrections.
I believe it's on the inside that comes up to bat
when you're up against someone's infections
“Aim to be successful, but not too successful”
What makes Beyoncé flawless?
I woke up this morning to the sound of no alarm clock
Of course I was 30 minutes late, and I had to leave in ten
I shot up from my bed and my whole body cracked
Who are you to tell me that I cannot enunciate and emphasize
Who are you to say I am not eligible to finesse with such gracefullness, to which you envy
Who are you to brand me as arrogant , because I am proud to be educated
I'm not always polite
but I can fake it
I am determined
that I can succeed
I'm gonna be
an archivist slash librarian
I'm gonna make it
despite the voices' claim otherwise
I'm not mean
When I was small I couldn't look into the mirror.
For the freckles on my face was something I didn't see on ads yet they were plastered on me.
In the near yet far future,
everyone is perfect.
But no one really is.
Flawless is the new term.
Beyonce is our leader,
Our guardian,
Our mentor.
PERECTLY FLAWED
When I wake up in the morning and I am moving at a snail’s pace,
I look around me and see how fortunate I am and it puts a smile on my face,
You are not your weight
You are not your flaws
But you are,
Everything you are
Everything you do is what makes you, you
You are beautiful.
Treat your one body
with respect.
What makes me flawless is I'm Unique
I simply use my brain to think
Picture perfect no not me
but Success is my destiny
I am beautiful
I am Proud
at age nineteen I had a child
As an eight year old you don't care how your hair look or how the make-up on your face was going to make you stand out from everyone else. I was an eight year old once, I mean we all were once. Playing in the rain with out a care in the world.
Perfectly Flawed in Every Flawless Way
Perfection in one stroke of a makeup brush to our beautifully flawed faces
The fire in my eyes from poverty I despise
I begin to realize my unwilling demise
My will to win is powered by sin
As I overcome pain with a pad and pen
A college-bound kid that will never give up
If you were to ever look at me, what would you really see?
I am not a typical person. I have a dream.
Society tells you to be a perfect person inside and out, but they need to see who we are.
Days have been dark
Months have been dark
I have fallen
I have tripped on my faith and soul, my dignity, my mind, my life...
I have cut through every scar on my skin
On an overcast December morning, my mother gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
Bob,
my mother addressed my father.
There is something that the doctor has just told me about Gabriel.
What does it mean to be flawless?
Perfect? Unblemished? Impeccable?
How can someone reach such a standard?
I'm flawless.
Because I have the brightest blue eyes,
and I will laugh until I see the sunrise.
my name is Samantha, please call me Sam.
i sing and play guitar, i like to smile.
i have brown hair and brown eyes, i'm pretty.
someday i will be very successful.
Have you ever just stopped and looked at your life?
Wondered what you’ll do; where you’ll live or if you’ll ever have a wife?
Have you ever once wondered what the heck you’re doing?
Beauty
There are so many definitions
But this is the best
You
That's all
Just you
You are beautiful
You are flawless
No but's about it
You may not be a platinum blonde
When asked about what makes me flawless,
I can't help but think I'm not.
But in reality it's the flaws we have
that make us who we are.
Sometimes I may say something different,
What are flaws?
But imperfect perfections?
It's all in your perspective
I am beautiful
Because I say so
Because I am my only judge
Personal image
is such a struggle
in today's society
The handbag is Fendi. And the jeans? From Guess. These pumps are Yves Saint Laurent. What you’re smelling is Dior. And it didn’t come cheap. I saw you looking so I thought you should know.
I am honest I am smart I deserve someone full of heart
I am dedicated I am full of style I deserve someone who can make me smile
I am athletic I am funny I deserve someone who can make my days sunny
There is a word
With many names
It fills our goals
It can't be tamed
Some may say perfect
Some may say ideal
But others say flawless
Flawless is real
I am flawless
"You can not do it.",
said the Smirking Lips, as they dangled below the nose.
I persevered.
"You are worthless.",
cried the Leering Eyes, as they squint on in disdain.
But I persevered.
She's not a beautiful girl.She has a big nose and a silly smile and sheDoesn't always say the right things at the right times. No, she's not beautiful.
I'm up, but I'm not up
I feel like a hot mess
Oh! But wait can't let this make me feel less
The mirror is my best friend
He won't lie, he'll tell me what I expect
If you told me 16 years ago
that my life would turn
out like this, I wouldn't
have belived you.
16 years ago I was innocent
I was free without restrants
I was happy. 16 years ago
When I wake up, I don't think about how I'm gonna impess the world.
I wake up knowing I am a beautful girl.
When I look in the mirror the person staring back at me,
I have colored myself the entire rainbow. I have been black and have came back numerous times.
This is why I am flawless.
A family of 5.
A military brat always moving so it’s hard to make friends.
Times get tougher,
And I wish it all would end.
But I have dreams.
I have dreams of graduating college,
Evidently, I did not fit in amongst the rest, after all this audition was but a large test
Sabrina Petroski
110-86-7165
Eyes open
feet slide off the bed and touch the cold floor
step after to she carries herself
Forgive and forget,
I'm here when you need me,
I don't say things i'll regret.
friendship with me is free.
I'm open like a book
Listening is a key for success.
Just try for once and take a look.
I am flawless because I am me
My eyes are open to the world, but through my battered heart is how I see
I see the world for what it is and for who people truly are
All you saw was rags,
All you heard was hunger,
All you said was "sorry",
All you thought was "homeless".
All I could do was wait,
wait to find someone else beyond that,
and learn to love them,
I am rebuilding what I have destroyed
Reveling in the beauty I have found
My scars are tales waiting to be enjoyed
My curves are more than just a breeding ground
I once wanted desperately to shrink
Common Sense tells us that credit is only distributed to those who are successful,
But i say, when i was wonderfully made there was no succes in mind, just life.
I don't need to wear makeup. I'm fine the way I am.
I don't need to be perfect. I know beauty is fleeting.
I don't need a lot of friends. I have a few whom are true.
I won't be liked by all. I'm thankful for who I have.
Fuck yes,
I'm ace.
I'm ace as hell.
People might say I'm broken
or maybe confused
or that I just haven't met the right person.
Well, they're wrong.
My sex drive is 0.
I am flawless because I am brave.
Brave because I wasn’t scared at 19 to leave home for a month
For a foreign country on my own.
Brave because I left to another country a year later at 20
words can hurt doesn't mean they are always true they dont always come from a credible source you look ugly they say brown eyes with rosy cheeks you look fat they say chubby cheeks my jeans are tight not prett
"Break some rules, but don't break the law... Break the rules that society sets for you."
That's what he said. That's what he preached.
"What's the point of living if you want to be like everyone else?!"
I've been told
That eyes green
Such as the glass of the sea
Are alive in me.
Nothing but insight
Do they provide,
As I stare blankly into the great divides.
They wander,
Curious
Beyonce may have woke up like this but see i worked hard for this
Perfected my Imperfections learned to use my mind as a weapon
not into rocking short skirts and skin tight dresses cause its the heart
Being told "Its whats on the inside that matters" never felt so true.
Our apperance can be deciving,
Looking fresh with eyebrows and nails done
Yet inside is full of selfishness, jealousy, and insecurity.
I am a Genuine,
Masculine, yet feminine,
White and Native American
WOMAN.
I most certainly "woke up like 'dis.' "
I am bummified.
16,
Flawless.
Driving a Honda Accord,
Flawless.
GPA 3.5,
Flawless.
Just got a Netflix account,
Flawless.
Volunteer at Hospital,
Flawless.
Big Girl,
Flawless.
I am every flaw you could imagine. I am every mistake you could be part of. The path of life is crooked and beautiful; Just as it should be. That's what makes it flawless. What makes me flawless? I am not flawless; I am a beautiful mistake.
I tried so hard to fit in, ignoring who i was, ignoring my beliefs.
The thought of being wanted, the thought of being loved, i gave it much more value
than it was really worth.
bugs crawling under my skin
tiny whispers
the itch of trillions of legs
uglyloserwrongawkwardwrongweird
no
No
NO
i am not ruined
i am not a burning building
i am not damaged goods
As a woman I am told to be quiet
Keep it down
They try to keep me down
Below you, looking up
On my knees, I exist only in ways that service you
They want me to hear, not to speak
Imperfectly perfect
My flaws make me flawless
For my flaws are who I am
and I don't give a damn
You may see differently
Maybe as boring or ugly
But all I see is me
Unique in everyway
It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.
You wake up,
You don't know where you're headed.
It's a time that you understand,
But a time that is the hardest of them all.
The overcoming of life,
Of the depths that it causes.
You soar above them,
People can only judge me as far as their eyes can see
But no one really knows the real me
It's only safe when I can see their smiles on me
My P.E. Class was great, and do you know why?
I never had to dress out because my teacher was bi!
She read sex books all day, and let us play on our phones,
it was a flawless secret
one held too tight across her mind
it would push against her eyelids
so that every single time
she would close her eyes to rest or even blink
it would take control of her dreams
Things have changed
We're not the people we were yesterday
The rules have been rearranged
and difficult to keep plain.
We're more than sugar, spice and everything nice
She cries in the corner
Thinking nobody sees,
But she doesn’t notice that
The other corner hides me.
I can see in her eyes
The hurt and the pain.
She’s been through a lot
