flawed
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There is a reflection looking back at her in the mirror,what she see's isn't really how she is supposed to appear.Perfectly imperfect from ear to ear,every single line and wrinkle tells a story some with tears.
Oh America, I love to call you mine.
If I had the courage I would fight for this land.
I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land.
For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.
-To be perfectly honest, I believe every part of our life and lives are “awesome.” Not awesome in the modern usage, to say, “Hey, that’s awesome!”
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
Flawed.
I'm flawed.
Without filters, society calls me flawed.
It's true, I'm flawed.
But what's it to society?
Everything has flaws.
My face occasionally blemished.
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'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies
When a reflection meets my eyes
Rather be an elder at my final hour
Than a newly sprouted flower
Better to be tattered and worn
Than word left unsworn
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
Rape.
It led to my silence.
For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me.
Fear.
I was scared.
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
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.
An artist at heart can be the windAlthough people cannot see the strands of a breezeThe soft blows can still be felt against one's skin
I. Am. Flawless.
Maybe not to you, or him or her
but to me.
I. Am. Flawless.
I dance my heart out,
People say to be gansta you got to have a sick cut
To be cool your quiff game must be on spot
Society strives for sprayed on abs
and butts that are just too big
Well my body might not be perfect
Every girl dreams of the perfect life,
Getting paid to smile or being a trophy wife.
I think we want it easy, but that is not our call,
We want to erase any chance that we may fall.
I shook and dissolved
into beams
of pride
and pain
as Neiel Israel spoke the line into existence;
“Every day a black man walks
He is like Jesus,
Where is the exact point when you find happiness?
When you finally know your self-worth?
When you love yourself?
The tears, the hardships, the harsh comments
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
Bitten nails
cracked knuckles,
scars that scream
"no!"
Grinding teeth
unman'ged hair,
hunched back that cries
"go..."
Dry skin
"shy" demeanor,
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
I was always told to dress the part so
I put on my costume.
A white collared shirt,
A skirt to my knees
And a mask of a forced smile
Along with a face covered in pounds of makeup,
I let the chills take over
The feeling of being unwanted
A storm raining on my parade
For my feelings came crashing down
Raining confessions
Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections
Afraid it will come back
Up like a shadow
Up like his smoke
Rolling in with the tide
Even when I hide
I'm afraid it will find me
I'm afraid I'm still to week to fight
Because I remember how
