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i.  I say I don't like being copied, but then I go and copy you.   ii. I can't live without your imput and telling me what to do, weird
i.  I say I don't like being copied, but then I go and copy you.   ii. I can't live without your imput and telling me what to do, weird
Who Am I? Am i a shadwo,a chair or even a doorway?   I am a shadow  A shadow that has no way, I am there but people walk through me  I stand aside,but still trouble follows;
I'm the shit I'm fartin', I don't know how to potty
POEM TITLE: LARKSPUR VERSE 1 Oh, how I admire the flower larkspur Anytime I sit on the greeny meadows in despair ! Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower thou art with other flowers I compare.
POEM TITLE: LARKSPUR VERSE 1 Oh, how I admire the flower larkspur Anytime I sit on the greeny meadows in despair ! Larkspur, a beautiful, lovely fragrant flower thou art with other flowers I compare.
Hades, You were never a saint. And yet still I remember your tears streaming down my face. Abducted, in this deceptively, beautiful place. But darling you were no saint. Voices echoed dripping with disdain, as my family felt the gravity of my pain
The Game That Calls   Basketball… Teach me to score with ease Teach me to play as a team
  A Poem for the Man on the Platform   “Men love a woman in a dress.”    I recoil as if struck, 
Quick questionCan a women be a man?Is transgender so new to us all?Its just a new word for someone to take the fall.My mom was my dad when he was not around
As I came to Juliet, She explained without a sweat, Did not sound pretty lewd, She wants to sleep in solitude.   And as I went into her room,
We were taught to love, not to hate. To feel and love willingly, And set aside the gender or race of our people. Yet, we judge based on what we see. Does our appearance determine who we are?
Noise, noise, all of the noise Yelling, screaming, yelling, screaming It gets louder as it enters my head Headaches, not only headaches, Bruises, cuts, and scrapes too,
I am a woman. My stomach is not flat, but my skin is soft. My lips, they whisper Gentle soothings through the night. I am a woman. Hair shows itself upon my legs; My breasts are supple;
I am crippled by the weight of the world.  I am perserverance.  I am a wrestler of dreams.   I am tired.  I am a procurer of visions. I am rejuvenated.  I am unabashed. I am beautiful. 
I close my eyes and I see you I see the friend that can be no more I gave you away. My bestfrend gone. It was a misktake.  I love you...So badly I want to tell you. 
I am NOT angry, loud or insecure  My body is not the only thing I can bring to the table.  I do not depend on the government to support me financially  My father was active in my life
her soul told her she was alright but society told her otherwise   the mirror only brought her despair she didnt feel comfortable anywhere   her heart was so heavy, her mind so light
The tell me I'm beautiful 'Wow,' I hear all the time. 'I wish I had curls like yours.' Or 'Boys must be all over you.' And they say that like  It's a good thing,
The dirty South gets drunk on nights. Are we only made of sweet tea, shoot outs, and bar fights?   She slumps to the ground and hits the side of the old juke box -
A Letter to My Future Self   Dear Future Me,   If you are reading this letter, That means you are in your early twenties. Fresh out of college
What is Love?   Chapter 1: My mother meets a man. She thinks she loves him, but she doesn’t know what love is. A one night stand with a perfect stranger is not love.
Claws of alabaster, On marble stone, I scratch at imperfections, On me they are not known.   Wings like swans and eagles, Angels' bitter cries, They weep of jealousy, Envy in their eyes.
Why should I go with you, Miss Forever and Sir Always? We are sturdy and gentle and loyal and true. Then what shall I do if I grow bored later in my days? Finding the right forever and always is all you must do.  
This is my new life. Who I want to be. A diamond that can not be shattered. Only broken by me. I through it in the water then I watched as it float by me. Running away their goes my dreams.
His heart is broken. This should be bad.
My dark chocolate skin Flawless My puppy dog brown eyes Flawless
While everyone tries to get me to be a certain way and dress a certain way I just smile and give the whole damn world the finger,
I have purple splotches from falling when I climb I have lines with dried blood along it from cooking for my family I have glasses from sitting too close to the television I have scars
                                  Flawless Young black and educated climbing my way up to the top I was never meant to be average    Flawless
My flaws make me flawless. The slight wrinke outside of my eyes. The scars that are on my face. The overweight girl who can never fit in. The reason why I am who I am. I find strength in others, in their flaws in their mannerisms.
I am compulsive and impulsive.
I am no model. Honestly, a little chub never hurt anyone. I am no scholar.
I may be fat, ugly, & unattractive to some But I am curvy, pretty, & beautiful to many  My face may break out But it's not like I want it to My tummy may not be taunt
Stare Stare really hard There must be something, I say One thing, I say Something. No Says the mirror to my eyes No My eyes agree. Yes, I say aloud So
I am Flawless.
I am not perfect in any way, shape or form. But it isn't all about what is on the outside. Appearance is a big deal to the shallow people of the world. If you dig deep enough, you'll see I am different from the norm.
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
Brown hair Brown eyes FLAWLESS Kind heart Smart head FLAWLESS Small hands Petite Build FLAWLESS In love Happy FLAWLESS Trustworthy Protective
All my life I’m perfecting Straight-A's from crooked writing My faith sets me apart So I never fall apart   Freedom's never free Freedom is flawless -- I'm no prisoner No joke, it’s real
I am not skinny, I am not fat but I'm a little on the heavy side I have brown eyes that I love I don't have perfect skin but I'm okay with that most girls want to look like the models in magazines
What is my story, you ask? Not one that can be covered by a mask. It involves venturing into the dark ocean Looking towards a better future with devotion.
What does it mean to be flawless Is it designer clothes or perfect skin?
I saw the way they looked at me those eyes. They could tear me down and bring me back up and those eyes have done that plenty.
My blood bristles. The fever is crisp like wine, through my veins. The pressure illuminates my remains I stir with tenacity. I sense your lustful presence My blood pressure rises, then falls−
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
Every wish isn't right or wrong.
A weightless wonder
Liquid silk pours down my face Unmasking, revealing Yet no reflection takes it's place  
Girl. What is makeup to you? Beautiful. Do you wear that makeup to impress yourself? Gorgeous take that makeup off. Your beautiful just the way you are.
Is it true? the words I hear and the visuals I see, beyond truth is all I ever believe, but for  me to see, and for me to hear is it reality?  the feelings that i feel
  i guess shes been my friend all my life. though she was not always there, she resided in shadows waiting to pounce to bestow her perfection to flood my mind with dust and bones...
My perfection is my absolute truth, through the scars and the pain of my youth. The world In which I lived was was not clear skies of blue, but nontheless the only one that I knew.
I am FLAWLESS  because I know my  Flaws I am  fearless because  I held no fear I'm not perfect Because it overrated but I am  special in my own way  my flaws are 
with a full figure; i am FLAWLESS with hips and thighs; i am FLAWLESS with a tummy; i am FLAWLESS with full lips; i am FLAWLESS with a family; i am FLAWLESS with friends that love me; i am FLAWLESS
Funny funny funny, I am funny Creative Creative Creative I am Creative I am me who loves and loves I am me who loves to be loved Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
It hurt,  it hurt looking at him. The betrayal within his arms, his arms embracing another female.  Eyes wide open,  as she lays upon the memories,
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and your ears don't hear endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you your body language the tool of choice
This handsome Blind man says Only me in my world Only I can see my world U can't c my world Only I can c my world Only I could heed my thought
Hair tied in knots, Lipstick smeared off, The room that I'm in, Littered with cloth. Homework undone, Bed untidy, Finding myself, Dirty and grimy. I take a step back,
Dreams and drapes grabbed my attention in third grade,   then in seventh grade, I wanted to be a baker, there I went dreaming again   tenth grade starts and I can't choose
Every day I see the same face in the mirror.
Everything that is, is god.
'You're a good girl, so you get a toy' I'm a good girl, so I got a toy. You're so smart, you must get straight As.' I am smart but I got Cs. 'Cheyenne tell me, why are you so PERFECT?'
Some say I'm like a diary; difficut to read.  Try to understand me its not oh so easy. Some say I am confusing, It so amusing. I am hated by people Shhhh I know the secrects.
I wake up with morning hair and morning breath Am I perfect yet? I trip and I fall Am I perfect yet? I'm not skinny. I am curvy. Am I perfect yet? I don't go out with my friends, a lot.
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Without a filter... You’ll find a girl who can be insecure about herself and the way others view her; You’ll probably see her hanging out with her friends though; She’s often timid around unfamiliar faces,
Friends are those who claim to have your back
I travel the whole world
Dull and slightly blurry, due to a normal quality camera;
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin. I grasp at the loose tendrils, in shades of forest and thunder, attempting to hold the drifting vapor close to my luminescent heart.  
Click, click, and click The moment has been captured in time forever My face, my body All for the world to see What’s behind the exterior they do not know
Inside out, right side in, Don't let the outside win. Take off the mask; leave out the filter. Your flaws are unique, as if made by a quilter. Birthmarks, acne, and scars; all make us who we are.
The river crossed the dirt stream Water filled the veins of the soul It took a deep breath A baby taking its first gasp.
Forget Sepia. Forget Valencia. Who I am is genuine and authentic. That’s what the world should notice; Alyx; diligent, striving, loving, artistic, bold, compassionate.
Coming to a mirror image, Dull is my thinking that age; From the site of my being, To my impure seems.  
#Instagram #LOL #Live without the makeup. without the drama.  without the hate.  I don't have an Instagram.  #nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare We love you for you. 
Large nose, large thighs, the filter of plastic surgery may be the only cover-up.
calm in a tempest     blown unbroken Centered Strong         Balanced unmoving   Unassuming plain     cold - blank canvas vivid - hot eddy of Passion   Currents flow over
We only haveone life,this life,no other life.The past isbehind us.The futurelies ahead.So do what you want,and not what you hate.No one can tell you
You can tell I'm not faking when I've begun to climb a nearby tree When it's not covered in ants I'm myself when I'm working, helping others or just being plain selfish When I'm drinking my morning tea
Hello beautiful child, flower child. Whenever you look at the world you make it smile. The way you walk, the way you talk, it honestly just inspires. You would never know you're some peoples desires.
They say I have big eyes So I can see truth through your lies They say I have big lips So I can speak my mind
A few hundred likes really mean nothing A perfect face and a beautiful smile, Hidden behind a wall of insecurity, Under the waves of social validation. The shreiking self doubt drowns out true beauty;
I rub my eyes, Eyeliner, Mascara, Streaks my face.   Makeup remover, Wipe, By wipe, It disappears.   I continue, Foundation, Concealer,
Loving, caring, an open book Trustng of others without a second look It's crazy how I can see the best in others But it took me so long to see the best in me Who I was used to depend on how others felt
No matter what they say
People talk about me and it used to bother me they said I was annoying they said I was loud and weird
That perfect caption -  it's all I need to say.  It tells the world what I'm doing,  where I'm at, when I'll be away.  That corresponding picture  (damn I look so fine!)
It’s the same exact spot Where it happened. Walking past it everyday I cannot help but imagine Another way it could have gone. The crashing is silenced.   I arrive at my house and it is silent.
The cracks in your trunk chunk together a sort of pattern,
What I say
They say no filter 
What may feel empty to the world, Cause I got no color to define,
Smears, smudges hide my face In the dusty reflections of the mirror  With shaking hands I can place  The nose, the hair, the eyes But in a glimpse they're chased  From my tentative tries
Ladies tell'em that I look so good tonight,
you opened a path so that
Imperfect. What two words do you see? "I'm" and "Perfect." What does that mean? I am Perfect. What do I know? I AM Perfect. Do you know what I'm not? A model. An actress.
A passion, a reason for life, Its what i strive for, What I'm scared I'll never find.   I've tried it all; Art - wasn't expressive enough, Sports - needed to be more tough,
flawless skin perfect hair trendy clothes confident additude perfect smile take away the filters and what do you see acne covered skin damaged hair dirty clothes broken smile
Click, snap, image captured Edit, draw, redirected Delete, delete Photo recaptured Upload now, photo posted This is me #nomakeup Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears This is I #nofilter
Misery loves company As does joy and misery Who doesn't long for companionship Seeking like minds for friendship When the curtains close And you find yourself alone Walking into an empty home
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
Perfect? No. Extraordinary?
His hair is messy and curly Some would say that it is girly But to that he'd reply With a glint in his eye That really they're just being surly   Eyes that see only through spectacles
The makeup. The smiles. The friends. I'll let you see. The parties. The crowd. Through the lens that's what you see.
Fancy pictures with all those colors, brightness, borders, and edits on myslef without the real me in it. with all that gone and out the picture, whats left of it is me. my genuine slef no other then me
In my own skin I am me Its hard to accept, hard to see Day in and day out I'm told differently That everyone should accept the beauty I must be My skin holds a story That can not be explained
Do you see what I see? Without filters Without makeup My hair is natural and ever changing with the seasons Eyes as brown as coffee Reflecting my mother’s Down to earth and genuine
Who am I I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky What makes me unique My personality, I think I am a little bit of everything All rolled into someone who cannot sing I feel the music in my body though
I think we are all flawless because Flaws are intangible thoughts Who defines these edges on a person?
The first time I did i was prepared I'd tried my best just to impress No shirt on and my messy hair With a quick judgement I thought this was my best Surely everyone else will think the same
Song of Innocence   They give me smiles, so I smile They give me love, so I love They tell me I’m beautiful, and so I am beautiful
My hair's in stylish knots, Followed by raccoon eyes. My loafing fashion's caught, By the luring guys.
  Here I stand again
Naturally Jade 
When you look at the world What do you see? Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia? Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Authentic [adjective] described as being real 
I make mistakes and I'm not perfect
Flawless  This is me
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.
Empty inside Hollow and wanting, waiting Waiting to feel something wanting to feel anything I do feel Feeling only pain and anger
Me? I'm a person Just like anyone else.   Me?  I'm a poet  Can't you tell.   Me? I'm a singer Not very good.   Me? I'm a dreamer
I am exposed.  Here I am in my most pure form,  No filter. No edits. 
I, I am different without the filters, I sound different and look different when using filters. When I don't use filters, I sound and look nerdier than usual, I hate filters,
A wall, rising tall made of thick stones Guarded by hundreds of soldier Inside stands a king broad, strong, confident  he is impenetreble  Take down that wall Take away the soldiers
I only see myself once, maybe twice, a day. How can that be? You think, With a world of mirrors, cameras, and reflections, Everyone is everywhere. You're right, but I mean my real self.
  A filter is an unattractive face covered with a mask Spraying perfume at the trash Covering a bad hair with a hat  
This is who I am A line of just five A sister of three A daughter of one A friend of many This is who I am A student for life A love for music A life for writing
They wonder why they cry
I wake up With crazy hair and foul morning breathe Flawless I post up Unfiltered selfies to show the real me Flawless Ride round in it Until my mom need her car back for work Flawless
Why should I fear the night, that cannot touch this burning light?  
"Girl, you might as well just stop" Well , I dont believe I ever asked you When were you ordained the power of God to delegate what I can and what I cant do?
In an attempt to introspect I write this verse with my heart Very somber, filled with regrets But with clarity beyond any extrinsic breath
Loud mouth, Too many words being spoken
The eyes of my mother were a color that  enveloped me in her warmth. The brown rings surrounded me on days when I needed them the most, And drowned out any inhibitions
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
I am a child of the sun, kissed to a golden caress of honey skin, shining bright on the outside from the light within I am the bird that flies without limitation through the endless sky, filled with the light blue hue of my aspirations
Here let me tell you about life out of disguise, About who we are, free of misconception and lies. Some people, they have got it all so, so wrong, Having countless filters on pictures and saying "selfie game strong".
A Selfie Cannot Reflect 
I’ve shoved myself relentlessly in to the Valencia, Ludwig, Sierra, and Hefe. I’ve broken my body to fit the mold.
Unmask me, what is it you see?  A striking smile, but I see a weary girl, seeking her strength. Green eyes hunting for her soul. Unmask me, what is it you see? Behind the eye shadow and lip gloss,
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
I'm going to bring up Gender equality Being a "feminist" And what that means. Let's talk about stereotypes And why they exist Why we continue to accept The explanations they give As if:
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.
Instagram is a trend most of us do Hash tag filter Hash tag life Hash tag me A filter out picture is what people see I’m more than a filtered out picture though In all honesty I know the real me
No flaw me eyes blue perfect hair I dont even have a dumbfounded stare Yes me . perfections my key Open minded , yes thats all me Let me not forget the best part of me
Get lost.  Just because we live in a world that is 2/3 extrovert does not mean I wish to join your ranks. I'm done with feeling less than because I would rather sit quietly and listen
From the coils on my head To the Birth mark on my right arm From the pigment of my skin To the beauty of my charm I am the expressed genes of my DNA Genetically selected me I must say  
Perfection does not come by easily. People strive for the unachievable, hoping that one day, they will swim freely In the see of thoughts and feelings. Only those who can swim and dive with ease are in control.
The trees are tall and powerful. Green moss is growing bright. Mountain views will take your breath away, You can see them dark or light. Dont be suprised if you find me here,
Every picture I take, I take with a sense of accomplishment. It's not the beauty of the picture or the perfection of it,  Its the understanding that I see behind a picture of myself.
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real. I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
Instagram doesn’t make you artist, 
I wish when I smiled, I meant it, I want my laugh to sound carefree like it did before, I need to be the center of the picture; so that I know I wont be the one on the outside. I miss the way I used to be, 
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"
I was born flawless Why you may ask Because I'm me And God made I'm a woman I'm a sister I'm a daughter I' m a best friend My imperfections make me flawless
I’m always complimented on my perfectly golden skin. My bronze hue holds the Flawless’ secret in an imperfect world
I am beauty. I may not look like it I may feel like it
#Don'tFilterMe Because I'm #Beautiful With all my imperfections Large pores Uneven skintone And acne scars No I'm not 5'10, size 2 Because I'm #Funsize Petite but hey
The Difference in my Style 
God's Perfect Imperfection I'm different. My body emanates with its own scent
                       Who I really am       A girl in her own world. So absorbed in it  that someone may mistaken her for being disabled.  So infused it can be hard to come out of it at times. 
The Way I walk and the way I talk Flawless The way I rock my hips and dip Flawless
Yea its me the diva. I'm the girl your guy wants. I'm that flawless girl making good grades and rocking pearls you know always rocking the new and fresh kicks always got something glossy on my lips
I will not hold a lie against my face, a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience. The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation is thunderous and inescapable. Their tiny, rough hands
In my filitered pictures... I am perfect I am errorless 
A dark waistland surounds me, all I see is nothing, but nothing dosen't see me.   The emptyness swallows me whole, but as I enter its throat, It spits me back out into the Valley of Nowhere.  
No filter is needed to see who this is A girl with such a bliss Someone who they miss But in history, they've shown of me what should be As now I uncover my destiny Now the filters may disappear
A pale white mask sits all alone Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown. Hidden behind it is an identity unknown The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
Me, Myself, and Myself This is everyone I trust I've been fooled and taken over My personal safety is a must   Me, Myself, and Myself These 3 are my bestfriends Im sure they won't ever  hurt me
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Who am I? I am your average teen. My parents are divorced. My friend has committed suicide. I’m not the riches or coolest person in the world. I don’t have tons and tons of friends.
Isn’t it weird how your unconscious consciously decides Based upon what you unconsciously desire So what you want isn’t what you admire
I come from backyard adventures, And big dogs, And mud pies made to share.   I come from loving arms,
Procrastinator Extremely awkward Rebellious only in her thoughts Flawed Expert of all things unimportant in life Completely insane Truly unique and one of a kind
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world. The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
The darkness of her hair The lightness to her eyes The sweetness to her voice The kindess to her soul She never lets you down She always is there She will keep you safe
You tell me I'm stupid, I'll show you my grades. You tell me I'm too smart,
Hands swiping the screen Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
Strip me from my makeup and remove me from my vanity, 
We live in a world of freedom yet hate, Where all face the gate of the fear for imperfection. To choose and stay behind this gate, And let words and actions choose your fate,
My name is A'Jayla All of Joy and Anger, I'm Young Filled with Longing and Amazement -
I was born into this world by parents and adopted by you You didn’t have to adopt me, but you wanted to keep me I wanted to be your pet, love and devoted to you it’s true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
I've once relied on someone, for love, security, and fun. I've learned you're the only person who cares for you most, only you can keep yourself so close. I can get through so much misery,
I hide who I am from most everyone today I was bullied and harassed back in the day It taught me to sit back quietly and assess Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
  The Infinite Ink He has no lead , no limits, he only knows write.
My image is captured
As a woman I can act like a lady I can dress like a lady I can expand my vocabulary so that  I sound like a lady I can walk with the right amount of sway Like a lady With just enough tease
Maybe I plaster a smile on my face to please The same pretty smile you see dancing across my Instagram feed You can question what's lurking in my psyche But I am not fake  
I , am original . Without the filters I think I am a pretty handsome person . Natural is what i am without technology . My own is what I am without technology .
The perimeter lush as an Irish spring Green with envy for affection The center soft as weak tea Gold as her virtue But then those black abysses Deep as the hell itself See anger, see pain, see hatred
Don't know who I am But I've been finding my way since six grade Small in stature , but stand like a statue. My eyes are innocent My power is fear But I strong ...
Lipstick and lip gloss. Eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara. BB cream, foundation, powder, and blush. Did you ever think that you look beautiful without all that makeup?
It's like I've landed on another atmosphere, Giving out my own female energy with my beauty.  My natural brownskin, glowing,
I am a figure Someome people looks up to for an uplift i am some one you can count on when you have a down day and felling disfigured i am sheeka short for danskia archanetta bogle  I am goofy and crazy
When people are unreasonable and selfish I want to forgive. I want to be the best me that I can be. I wish to give the world the best version of me, and hope that it is enough. I want to... Give my best anyway.
I am flawless because I am strong I'll never quit when things go wrong with much experience with good and bad I  still won't quit when I am sad no matter what puts me down I shine like diamonds on a crown
I am T I am 16 years old I am an African-American female I just want to be myself I'm tired of hiding who I am I'm tired of hiding who I am in every aspect of who I am
Picture this, a camera that only highlights true beauty My camera snaps a photo of all my natural flaws That is true beauy that reflects No filter needed The all High Mighty didn't need a filter
Is That Really Me? By Rachel Z   Is that really me?
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
What do you expect? All of me is what you get I never learned how to cover it up So what's with all this fuss I've fought too hard for this authenticity For your idea of simplicity I am me
Man meets woman with a sword in hand Like shooting stars caused by fate they clashed Falling into territory they didn't know where to land Original plans were shaken and not trashed  
Remarkable ​Sensational
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned. Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself. The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
Long flowing hair Newly straightened teeth Swimsuit body and a heart that's free. Flawless is ambiguious Left to perspective If you ask me we are all flawless. Knowing right and wrong
A clear, deep voice rings across the room, It reaches me efficiently and fast. 
I walk alone sometimes. you may ask me how i am, i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.   I walk alone sometimes. it does not bother me,
The future is there
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
A blanket of purity Holes burnt into the fabric
I am original, Yes, I don't try to be a copy. Call me a criminal, But I am a Poppy. A Poppy who is digital, And very floppy. I am original, Yes I don't try to be a copy.
She watches and hears the pain of death; She stares at the flames that has taken the life of her sister; As tears silently flows down no sound is heard; But the screams of pain in a firey death;
I am an artistic soul. I sing, I dance, I make digital art. I am a diverse homosexual male With the essence of a female A flare of masculinity And a celestial heart.
When I take a picture   I smile and stare at my relfection.   My mind wonders if they will like it   if they will see me the way  I see me.  
Maybe I'd look happier, a little more confident. Like a princess, awakened from a hundred years of Slumber. Radiant and ready to RISE against the world. As beautiful as a WILLOW tree.
I love TV and all its perfectness.
It's a Monday morning and you've got to get up, You're tired, alone, down in the dumps, You want to slep, go out, stay at home, anything cool, Unfortunately, you know you've got to go to school,
Your determination and commitment is your life, How far are you willing to go, willing to fight? Commit to your husband or wife, stand by their side for life, Commit to school and follow the rules,
I am the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease no life long numbing agent that could soothe and heal it. It left a faded scar as a badge of honor.... It's. No. Breeze.
NO
Flawless???
Faking
  Marching Band
High stakes, no room for mistakes. I can almost see the finish line. My mother didn't go, my father quit too early, but I know for me it's a sign. I will be the first one to finish,
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
Me and Instagram we go back and forth like a pendulum
                          my eyes tend to judge me  my mind wonders recklessly as I stare in the mirror my eyes tend to judge me..could I make this any clearer?
"Earth to Alex!" every day. every morning in AP Gov, "Ground control to Major Tom..."  Head in the clouds  with an I've-gotta-get-out-of-here attitude. High Standards. Big Dreams.  
Big brown eyes, Maybe too slim,  Maybe too loud,  Hair too long, Maybe too out of control, We see how the media depicts us,  Women especially, No,
Underneath I have a dirty heart You all will fail, so I can win I am not clean and cut like my selfies But I am rough and tough like so many I do not really care about you So what if I lie and say that I do?
What is beauty? It is somewhat hard to say, Because all things are beautiful If you look at them the right way.   People focus on aesthetics; Imperfections they will hide.
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star? Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
Papa always told me I wasn't a porcelain barbie. He said I was too dark to be lovely, I had no pink cheeks nor colored eyes. He refused to stay home most of the time,
The Authentic Me by Hunter E Jones   Does the selfie define me? Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
Keandre Melton That's me Came from a family of struggles and hardwork That's me Watching my mom struggle because she lost her job That's me
My Definition Us human beings; residents of our minds & slaves of our soul We choose to see what is only wrong in every journey; what cannot be fixed
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm I parked in a garage, eat that Running late to school, teachers late
"Beautiful you are my child." Those were once my mother's favorite words. When this brown skined girl was nothing to nobody, I was something to her.
Who am I? A doctor, writer, or biologist A musician, detective, or radiologist Who am I? A dancer, veterinarian , or accountant A teacher, athlete, or consultant Who am I?
Dark glasses onHand cuffs broken in two
If you're looking for a laugh, holler at me and I'll come running, I'll make you laugh.   If you're looking somber and blue I will take notice an I'll come running I'll make you smile.  
Flaw (flo) n. 1. An imperfect or defective part, as a crack or blemish. 2. An intangible defect < a character flaw> -flaw v. -flaw'less adj. -flaw'lessly adv. -flaw'less.ness n.   
Every day is a gift,  all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge &  grand, here...
OMG- there he is- Fix your hair, don't breathe in. If you do, he’ll think you're fat, And you totes don't want him thinking that.  
A face that's kind, With just few zits. A smile that is funnier than an orange rind, With a really slow wit.   A walk without balance or grace. A mind filled with irrational fears.
Numb, cold, tired, aching, and exhausted. I am in survival mode, just trying to survive. It seem that every time I find a small bit of happiness in life, there is a cloud of gray that sets in.
Flawless is my name Chin up, looking forward past the past and beyond my future, cocky I am not. My determination and demeanor tells it all My eyes are on the prize and he they will never wonder My goal is success
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me.  I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
You tell me I am flawed
I believed I belonged on the ground. That I shouldn't make a sound.
In a dusty
Perfection; The most desired thing, The all-consuming and pointless thing, That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.   There are so many things we all want to change,
What defines a flaw? Is it a crack, a break, some inherent defect that causes pain? Or is it something picked up along the way?   See, I believe that there is an Awesome God who designs us all,
I am my scars They paint my body, and my heart A story for the reader If they can see it   The one on my wrist from petting a cat Visiting a shelter, holding death I went despite my allergies
ME
To myself the thought of flawless becomes a thought of flaws Here lies flawless, and here lies me I appear below flawless For I sink below into the midst of my flaws
Knowledge is like pearls fallen On a clean slate. A connect-the-dots; A complex task; to be taken
My heart that is made of gold.   My lips that are ruby red truths and bold.   My face that is bronzed by kindess and beauty.     I am FLAWLESS 
Nobody’s perfect.
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
i used to shudder when i looked in the mirror
I am beautifully and wonderfully made. I am not perfect. I am perfectly flawed. I aim not to impress but be the best me. I wake up with determination and go to sleep with satisfaction I reach for success
We met in the summer of eighth grade you didn’t knock on my door for a civilized visit you slammed into me like a high-speed train on adderall made me forget to breathe &  forget to want to breathe
I am Cateleya Turner, a strong and a fearless woman
When I look in the mirror, who do I see? A beautiful black girl with, A smooth queenly head, dark and lovely, held high, glimmering with Fierceness, Pride, and Innate awesomeness.
My body is a temple built upon rolling hills that collide with the clouds and can almost touch the sky. My body is a temple full of growth, sunshine, green pastures, and sweet melodies.
Change this, and change that, just to fit in with everyone’s expectations, But I don’t want to be a replica of someone else My life isn’t anything like in an animation One true way to success is being yourself  
I looked down at my small, pale hands And wondered how I could do this. Without the granting of my earlier wish, There was no one to help, no one to understand.  
Trigger Warn
LOOK at me. STARE at me.   PIERCE with your judging eyes  
There are times in life where I
I know fear and loathing
Look around ladies, and tell me what you seeSociety's telling us all how to act, look, and who to beBeyoncé said it best when she woke up without a flaw,Now raise up with pure confidence, make the doubters stand in awe.
My crown I behold  not many have it so I'm told I'm not talking about a crown made of gold it doesn't have diamonds, rubies, or other precious stones No, this crown I behold
Me, Myself, Personally…   I am, the smile that stretches for                         miles
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 you were little, you were small. Everyone was. When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans, Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
“Just pull your hair up like this, let the world see your pretty face Just smile baby girl,  life is just an endless race   Don’t you cry when you fall to the ground
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.  
Culture dictates hair be smooth sleek and straight, Professional hair is not out of place. It is hard to love your hair when it goes
Atlas knelt, arms rippling, aro
When I reached pubertyMy mother began to destroy mePiece by piece  
 
T-A-L-LA
T-A-L-LA
Forget my skin, forget my look Let go of my scars, look past my weakness Answer my question of who I truly am What am I to you? What am I to me?
How do you love something so flawed? How can you stand the image in the mirror? Lost in the flaws of what you see, lost in the questions of what could we be.  Don't you feel tired of regret?
Hi, red-headed man with a poetry book!Hi, big-eyed, drooling baby!Hi, hard-working and talented cook!Hi, tiny, wildly-dressed lady!
I play softball,
I'm lost in a world that wants to bring me down
Curly hair- How do I handle you? Not a typical Polish girl’s trait  Standing out like a red bush  and making me uneasy I get this nauseous feeling 
I am shaped by the insecurities that haunt me   And yet I refuse to let them control who I truly am    Eternally subdued in flaws but intensely battling to recognize my flawlessness
I have mastered the art of being flawless. There's nothing more perfect about me, than my imperfections. I'm beautiful both from within and on the outside. Beauty isn't just being thin,
Struggling within something's grasp, Trying to wriggle my way out.
stroke of brush paint drips down, down until color runs thin a bulb is formed fingers run lazily, dazedly over the imperfection imperfect perfect is opinion flawless is a flaw  
These hand
Worthless. Fool. Ugly. Unimportant. All words that come to mind when I think of me. Flawless? That isn’t me.
Love yourself. Every part of you. Every BRIGHT LIGHT everyone can see.
You know what makes me flawless?
I wake up I dress up
I’m not the girl that just sits in class or the one that never does her homework. I’m not the girl who doesn’t know the answers
Everybody be slammin on Kim K: She's dumb She's rich You're jealous Kim K has a body, and you can't stand it You can't begin to comprehend how Kim could be a bright girl's role model.
Being impeccable is over-rated, unattainable, impossible, and even outdated. I prefer my goofy smile,  and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle, over that of a life monotonous with perfection.  
  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.  
I have come to a consensus To respect my bare hands, And to gleam at the man I have built To add structure to surrounding lands. I have also learned over time To disregard the closed doors,
Waking in the morning is already hard enough Putting makeup on that early is getting pretty tough. All the concealer and foundation to cover up your "mess"
I have come to a consensus To respect my bare hands, And to gleam at the man I have built To add structure to surrounding lands. I have also learned over time To disregard the closed doors,
Wishing I could be like them. Social, outgoing, perpetually cool daring, throw caution to the wind, chuck the rules. Like Friday night at the game in the stands,
Is flawless being perfect? Or is it striving for greatness because you're worth it?
Brainwashed into insecurity, Never enough in this corrupt society. What is beauty, anyway? Perhaps it’s determined by what numbers say, But to me true beauty is not quite that.
To be brought and to age      in a world of masks To be raised and trained      to forge my own To be afraid to be without it   At the end of the day      I'm still me
Okay, let me start with my opening phrase:   Keep your mind open to what I am about to say.   Why? Because deep down inside we're different. Deep down inside we are evil.
Quiet are the whispers in my ear, gently taking root in my deepest fragments of sleep: ocean currents welling deep inside, strange beasts stirring in silent  
I was broken. Shattered.
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?
I am a woman who can do it all Even though I am so small I have so much potential  because I know most of the essentials
In and from this world what do we really want?
Do this, go here, be that, do the impossible. Every day we hear these commands in everything we do. I don't know about you, but I've had enough.
One day I looked into my mirror and it started to speak, it said
wip
i woke up like this: with dark, tired eyes still heavy like the night sky refusing to budge against the rising sun.   i woke up like this:
I see hope. I see light. I see a love For life that might Hide deep inside His heart, Beneath pain and sorrow That tears him apart.   I hear cries. I hear sobs.
I am a paradox with skin and bones. The Sleeping Repunzel you pass in the hall way.
Slurred images sink in that void of unconsciousness; That daily death that dies at dawn, And shrinks in fear of the Nine-to-Five pawn.   I listen and I hear from The Collegiate Sage
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take.   Legs so powerful that carry my weight   and knees that allow them to bend.   I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
The people that reside here in this mess Would have you believe
Who has the right to tell us who we are? To tell us that we need to change? To tell us that we aren't up to the standards? To tell us that we're too different? That we're undesireable.
I adore them all My personal flawless flaws They are who I am
Twenty photos taken Ten are deleted Five are retaken Ten show the camera’s reflection on my glasses The other five look hideous: My baby cheeks seem to be bulging; My skin is flushed out;
A poem about confidence is a lot like a poem about love; They both involve deep emotions that can only be unlocked by one’s self. Whether it be confidence or love, when push comes to shove,
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed to be in this world created by God. Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed, Are exactly where he meant them to be.  
She knew there are other things that I am thankful for. But there is this one object that she has to thank more.
one single saffron dress that is flaw-
  After Beyonce's ***Flawless
The  secret  to sucess is what makes me flawless Confidence is key to a certain degree. When you keep your chin up and get back in the stirrup. Nobody can slow you down.  
As I step up to the 
Flawlessness Confidence within Free from manipulation Self empowered, justified pride Autonomous
The images flashing across TV screens,
Flawlessness. Confidence within. Free from manipulation. Self empowerment, justified pride. Autonomous.
Flawlessness. Confidence within. Free from manipulation. Self empowerment, justified pride. Autonomous.
I use to feel so disgusted by those hurtful words telling me that I wasn't pretty enough  slim enough 
My life has never been perfect but what is perfection?   Is perfection when you're always happy
The rose of my compass spins wildly, Desperately chasing after this world’s unachievable goals.
She is full of compassion Poker-faced to hide her emotion Magentic charm that draws them near like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear Some call her a chameleon  Camouflaged with every story
Maya Angelou called herself a phenomenal woman, so why should I not
You said you cared, but did you really? Well,that was a lie. You looked me into my very own eyes and lied. How could you? Sorry is for suckers. That's exactly what you are too. It was my fault in believing in you.
To the dictionary, 
they tell you that beauty is more than skin deep,  but they forget to tell you that flaws are too and
Its purpose is to make a flawless shape Aren’t we as humans like a shape it makes? With arms, legs, head and hair To fit the dimensions that make us so fair.   Except this cookie cutter cannot will not,
BORING ANNOYING LOUD AWKWARD FAT UGLY  and every bad thing inbetween You are not important You are not part of the league
  Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
She’s at the top of the mountain they say, but I’m down here waving at those further above me. What I call average, others call outstanding. They see me in a way I don’t.   Perspective is the key.  
Whether or not you are famous  Whether or not you are you Waking up in the morning, did it ever feel so cruel? Did you ever have to look at them and want to be glamourous? I feel like me
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
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
Early mornings
The wind howls through the forest in the darkness of the night
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
Pay no heed to the pretentious standards. Low-class, high-class, nothing! In other words- A worthless ladder of pity and pride. How well are those on the pitiful side? They certainly aren't with those in the stars.
What is it about me that speaks and spreads love? That admiration I seek is a gift from above that not only do I give, but I expect nothing in return well...sometimes... but that's another lesson learned.
Stay Golden Pony Boy Don't let the bad corrupt the good
 Over the Mexican Gulf I flew above the water blue   I'm grateful to stand in the land of the free a gift that my people wish they'd see  grateful I am to be  able to watch the western sky glow
Me
I like to think I am unique, that without filters I am that much more special than everyone else. But I am not more special than everyone else, because that is an oxymoron. Everyone is special and unique,
Imperfection leads to authenticity, A proclivity derived from the resiliency to accept the mimicry of the picture perfect imagery set by reality callously. Merely reality wants us to fall into synchronicity,
I am flawless I am perfect  There is not one thing    wrong                                        strange                                        terrible
I am flawless in my acidental cruelty My ability to destroy is without price I can kill my characters without a sweat and cuss a bluestreak when I'm mad But that is not what counts in this world  
I get fiesty when people get mean I get bothered when people are ignorant I don't stop when I'm told  "let it go" I don't forget when people are rude If you insult a person for a person, I'm at you
Slow melody reminds me Of the soft blackness Caressing my cheek Silence also describes The unusual feeling   Still, already full The dark abyss Falls endlessly Holding all but
The question “Who are you?” has been presented to me many times. I am cool. I am the quiet breeze that stalks the ends your hair during your peaceful walk home. I am a humble nod, I am a passive nod.
From her curly hair, to her short cocoa legs  she was flawless  Her brown eyes were soft and innocent  but yet, they were flawless  From the way she spoke with powerful words,
  It’s tough when you’re forced to grow up in a world Where Barbies are standards for each little girl I’ve had too many friends feel they’re less than they are
Flawless, an 8 letter word which means lacking imperfection. I wasn't born flawless, in fact I had to   work hard to reflect semi-correction. I don't have a body image problem. Although I see it everyday
And I don't want you And I don't need you Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong
My Mind is Beautiful   My mind is beautiful. An infinite universe
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
I'm Impefectly perfect!  I don't follow the crowd, I do what I want. Standing out is something I enjoy doing. I like to be noticed as the girl who everyone talks about;
What makes me beautiful? That's the question i ask myself. As i stare into the mirror, am i happy with what i see? Does my reflection really appear to be me?
Powerful and Strong, She controlled the room. She was Queen of her audience,
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth, I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v. Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.   But really I'm just fine being me. No need to worry, I'm always happy.
My darling, you are so beautiful. The word for your flawlesness has not yet been invented  your beauty spills lawlessly  forward
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. 
Squares in a series; Each song helps paint my story. They call me: FLAWLESS.  
There is a wall up, A wall that no one can see. The wall is what hides me,
Sick of division, powered by ambition Brushed into a corner from their social superstition   What's your favorite color, boy? White girls are who he enjoys Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
They said I have to look a certain way to be beautiful, but I'm already beautiful. They said I have to conform to fit in, but that's not me. Who am I? What is my purpose?
I suppose that in a way
The trees whisper to me on windy days,
The trees whisper to me on windy days,
when i hear the word flawless i think about all the blemishes on my face the many scars and marks that cover my body the lion mane that covers my head and the jagged row of teeth that i have
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
I was in sixth grade when I realized I was bigger than all of the other girls in my grade. Not even a teenager yet, and I already thought that there was something wrong with me
Blood as red as a rose They said death was something that you just chose Truthfully it chose you
I Give You By Sean K   I give you my word... To my right, my half family To my left, my half family In front, my divorced parents   I give you my time...
Child abuse is reported every 10 seconds.
  Countless times, life gets me down, Far from flawless, I keep my frown. But times start to take a turn,
No make-up, no hills Just me.
I am a Goddess My confidence orbits the sun Some may see my abundance of self-love as conceit They would be undoubtedly wrong I am simply in touch with my inner Deity
Perfect this.
Flaw Laws By Samuel Michael Bienemy   Your flaws aren't what make you Your heart is what breaks you Your mind is wha makes you Your body is what frames you
Look in the mirror and see a copy Comes close, but without a doubt, it isn't me I'm constantly judged, but their judgments are sloppy Lately, it’s like criticism has become a hobby
Each day I spend looking into the eyes of othersAt this girl who writes meaningful poemsAt this girl who watches way too much tvAt this girl who makes sarcastic remarks about every little thing
Some of you out there may not believe I deserve your respect, But I believe I do. You think I didn't do anything to deserve your respect or anyone else's, But you are wrong.
There it sits in the corner o
Me
  imperfection is something only others see and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be so why waste time and pick out my flaws
In the mirror, who is that? A reflection of a beautifully imperfect creature. One who is not perfect, but flawless, no one can tear you down, you have built yourself up out of the ashes.
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s Unlike the rest I'm not flawless in my face But flawless in my ways My body shape may not be the Same But that doesn't subtract from my beauty nor my good grades F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
In my own mind, Im already there. There is not a place. Its a state of being. Just to be what I need to be. Not a Model, Not a singer, Not a desperate friend who wants to be closer, but something more.
I made my mother proud by getting good grades, I made my best friend smile for the first time after her break up, I made my coworker's day by complimenting a new hair cut, and I made my classmates laugh by telling a joke.
We are not without flaws  Not you not me not Bob down the road 
Even though she wakes up at 5am everyday,
A Message    
Am I Perfect? My body is small hardly like a barbie doll. My hair is thick and dark It is bold as if making a loud remark My eyes are almond shape a brilliant brown i can't escape
Love Is Love  
Because when I woke up this morning, the first thing I did WASN'T to look in the mirror. Because before I left this moning, the first thing I DIDN'T do was focus on what I am not.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault; The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth. Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are, So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
Being flawless is not a trait that I used to see within myself It was soemthing that I worked for, but never felt as though I would claim as mine... I read about becoming flawless, the makeup piles stacking up on each shelf,
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring, Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock, Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…
the mysteries of genetics have conspired against me blotting, bulging, blackening. tearing at a person staring shredding my hope of decency my one wish to be clear and free  
  Good Enough Many thought rushing through my mind, Visions of how it’s “supposed to be”. Am I good enough? I’m sick of all these images I see.
Every picture of me that I personally take does have some editing of my face.
A line of coal across the lid A swipe of black added to the lash Loose curls cascading down Don't look in the mirror they said Conceited
I'm alright, everything is fine I just be myself, no need to whine No need for other's opinions Only need the people that matter to me  And most importantly... myself!
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power. A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower. Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee? I am fearless, and I will be a queen.  
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.
I flip through magazines Drenched with fragrance
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Broad shoulders, But not broad enough. Can't carry those burdens as big as boulders.  
When I was young I never played outside,
Always by your side shall I stay
An eerie feeling fills my spirit.
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,
My silence is perfect although You may think it not. Silence is powerful 
Beauty is not a simple thing,
Beauty is not a simple thing,
I am flawless because i am forgiven Washed to purity By love that wrote eternity A sinner declared saved I will never be betrayed I am loved by Him And when I fail He forgives again
I am not perfect. I may have a 4.0 GPA, Volunteer in several clubs, And have a plethora of friends. But I am not perfect. I am, however, flawless. Being flawless does not mean being mistake-free.
I am not the shade of my lipstick.Instead I am the
Wickedly Talented, Idina Menzel She shows me what is truly like to be flawless She makes mistakes She laughs it off She gets nervous She has heartbreak She is exhausted She works hard
i had always viewed myselF
You, sir, may not think I’m pretty You may even think that I am petty And you can believe that I am a petty, not pretty woman But I am confident and beautiful and I am flawless  
While your mind sits listlessly on its throne, mine ventures to the edges of imagination. Opening up doors you unknowingly pass by, taking notes all the while,
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.
Hello My name is Jasmine I mean my name is Young I mean my name is Girl I mean my name is Woman   Hi there I’d like to tell you a story About summer When it’s hot
Does the sweet honey of my skin bother you? Does my caramel point of view bother you? Does my cascade of black droplets make you fall to the ground?   When I open my mouth and close it
What's nice about me? What do I see?  Hell, wouldn't I like to know.    The words beauty, flawless, and pretty those aren't words that come to mind
I am supposed to write about how I am flawless How I have no faults and am perfect But you see,    I am not flawless I am not perfect  I am only me   I make mistakes daily
I am who i am, I've been hurt but who hasn't,,
Flawless?
Flawless?
I see those around me
I once tended to a rose, laid limply in a garden, whose petals seemed to bleed, and stem wanted to cut open the flesh of others, the flesh of those  who only saw it's temporary beauty.  
Full of imperfections that make me who I am, I am not afraid. I am defected, my thoughts aren't processed like everyone elses. I think thoguhts together; they all mix.
I'm flawless by the curve in hip
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
No false bravado, before your eyes- What you see is what you get, no cloak no disguise. Despise me if you must, for I follow no one- I choose my own path, for I am my fathers’ son.
They said I be flawless Said I be drop dead gorgeous and unapologetic for it They said I be temple Be home to the broken bones those odds tried to stack against me My brilliance is immeasurable
I stroll aimlessly along the crowded sidewalk Teeming With people of all races, heights, weights, stories I can’t help but wonder What events are unfolding
I am a smart, a black, a female. Respectively. Collectively. None out weighing the others. None counter acting the others. None at war with the others. But all in utopia. All at equilibrium.
Romans 5:18 "I loved you at your darkest" I have loved you at your darkest, my child, despite all you're hurt and pain. I loved you while you were on your phone searching for love and love again.
While so many women are fixing their smile And going to salons to get their hair dyed I am being told that I have beautiful eyes But as radiant as your smile could be And as piercing as your eyes may be
Quick take a picture What can we see? An everlasting flawess flitered picture of me Hair done Skin soft Eyebrows on fleek Eyes tipped Black dip, winged tip on me
I walk the school walkways with my head held high, Tough and fierce, they know that I mean business I defy the stereotypes
my chest risesjust as the sun doesand water coursesthrough Motherjust as blood does my veinsshe takes my breath awayand I cry in jealousyas she begs me, pleaseto love myself
We need to be more careful with the words that we’re articulating ‘Cause up til now all these rhymes have been self-deprecating All the girls obsessed with “depressed” and self-harm,
When you feel weak, think of this- your skin literally absorbs sunlight and turns into vitamin D so that your bones stay strong. Darling, your body feeds on stars, it is the universe that keeps you alive,
I find it difficult to run for numbers these days. I go out to cross the finish line, I pat myself on the back simply for making it through. The people I love watch me and not watches, they offer their supportive shoulders
My old friend, long since living in Tanzania was a friend of living. "You are flawless" she crooned. "Trust me, I know."
Wow
Born beautiful, I am the epitome Of self-confidence
Years of bullying and I'm still head strong Over the past few I'm still going on Unsing my friends to help to support me  
Scratch a glass, deform it Screw perfection Break a glass, and it is enlit Bent into a new creation   Your glass is intact, glistening with care You are vulnerable
One day my father asked me what I wanted to do, I lied.
You judged me
Growing up an obese child Feeling alienated by peers mind was running wild           heart breaking through the years being told I had a pretty face Getting affection was really rough
When He looks at me He sees no flaws When He thinks of me There are no scars
I am not flawless. Not on my own. I try and try to perform and smile and be flawless. It doesn’t always work. But then, a sweet voice breaks into my inner chaos and I am reminded: He is flawless.
Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to. As we grow up, we have to choose. Life goes by fast. You go from playing in a sand box to waiting for a boy who doesn’t know if he should ask.
Born 7 weeks early, small as could beToday I am over five foot threeMy classmates would tease meLook at the little baby boyOh he's so cute, just like a little toy
I was taught that I should chase after who I please  But what if who I please does not desire me? Growing up in a town of a city, blonde hair with blue eyes was what was considered pretty
To be Flawless is defined as: to be without any blemishes or imperfections, However, Society defines it as: to pursue subliminal correction through lethal injection.  
Her mind is a mess of colors and shapes,
My feet fly light and the sun shines bright On the day of lovely leaves. Whispering amongst each other, many secrets shared. Smoothly shifting between one conspirator and another,
I kneel down before the porcelain throne, Seeking the body shape you think I should own. I’m all alone. Counting calories, watching my weight, Trying to lose the figure you hate. Slam my fist in the mirror
Skin and Bones: A Poem by Tyler Shreve-Smith
They say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' What will The Beholders think when they see me?
Perfection in sublime imperfection Unique by design, The Creator’s creation echoes Eternal Soaring, reverberating, carving past present streams of stalagmites, the stale and the nocturnal  
Ever since I was a little girl, I was always told I was beautiful or cute. From my wide blue eyes To the way my hair would curl. As I grew older… Words remembered, encouraged Me to go forward.
Life is too short to stop me from living my life. I may want what other seem irrational. But all my life it's what I've used, To keep me stable, sane, and stationary. Stationary yet I'm always moving.
Took me a while to wake up looking this good My life had rocks and boulders  They have only helped me to wake up like this Now look at me   
Peaking into the mirror I halt.
  My older sister thinks that Madonna gave her a lobotomy, When she’s at the tail end of her medication and needs more, And even when she’s on them she talks off to the side,
Me
I am ME.   I am not you. I can not do you. You can not do me. I can do me.   I Sing like me, Laugh like me, Look like me.   Not You.  
Constantly,trying to climb higher, So that,one day,I can obtain , what I desire. The passion inside of me,
  You touch. No second guesses. Pull. Only common occurrences.  Pinch! Not senseless. Poke. Nor offensive. I guess I might ask questions too if I were you.
Tall, Thin, Wealthy, Eye-catching. Nowadays, society values and feels magnetized to those who who are so materialistically aesthetic. Superficiality is a concept that is
"What is it that makes you flawless?" You ask. 
I am more than meets the eye.
I am me. Myself. And I. And no one can take that away from me. The darkness that covers the Earth at night, cannot change the fact that yes, my skin is not perfect.
With curves large and wide that are slick as butter   brown hair that glistens in the sun   Hazels eyes that reflect the way I feel     A bubbly personality for everyone there   Short temper that gets the best of me   A follower of God,jesus hims
I'm lazy. I'm 19 years old and I have been blessed with the ability to dance, sing, write, but I'm lazy. I noticed I only come alive when performing or at parties and it's starting to bother me.
Beauty is radiant Power from within 
Every time I look at her she doesn't fail to impress me  with her flawless skin her long dark hair  glowing smile cute brown eyes  and a real womens body 
Beauty is more than what is seen with the eyes, what I have is hidden. More than just a beating heart with a pretty smile, i have a free spirit too. How could you ever tell,
FLAWLESS SCHOLARSHIP   Beauty is a battle people tend to face. Some cost it; others just chase. The beauty, the glam, the entire fame,
Yes I know I'm flawless Wow look at that confidence  I look at others so pretty and petite But only wonder why they do not eat   I love to live and live to love
The music moves through my arms Every inch dances
The realization that no one is perfect. we all have a few scratches and bruises. Chapped lipped, prickly legs. gapped tooth, four eyes. Ashy skin, booger nose crazy hair. That's me.
In a perfect world, It is hard to be flawless...
Those around me seem to think there is a standard of being... In my own valleys and tunnels there was truth   I cringed at the dip of my hips, my attraction to feminity,
“I woke up like this” Or maybe “I was born this way” Heck I don’t know But either way is okay   I could say I worked hard for a body like this Or that I spent hours Plumping my lips
My hair and I were unhappy Waking up with broken hairstrands got old I wanted my hair to be straight  I wanted it to be soft with shine like gold My hair and I were unhappy That was just 2 years ago  
What about my forefathers who have past away.What about the race riot that continues today.Are our people safe in any way?Or, we just a thought for another dying day?
From the sway in my hips when I walk
People view me as four eyes, But when I take those glasses off it’s something about those chestnut brown eyes that sucks you in. You began to take notice of this young woman’s other captivating features.
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 ,
We know what they all want. The movie makers and picture takers, The volatile societal model, Which we ourselves put up on a pedestal. A false god constructed from plastic surgery, And hair extensions.
In my head there is music
A quality of mine that's worthy of some praise Such a pride evoking poser, on which one could brag for hours. The subject of this sonnet, such is the question I must raise
Flawless- Faultless- Perfect- These meaningless adjectives are Simply unachievable aspirations, False identities and shallow portrayals. Flaws are what make up our mortal beings,
I’ve evolved  Not changed  disfigured   or maimed   My original template Is the same  My self image  I must proclaim   Is flawless The epitome of a goddess    
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?  
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
I’m drowning in myself   I can’t catch a break And can’t catch a breath   I’m drowning, the darkness spreading   Seeping into my heart And seeping into the fabric of my soul  
I’m drowning in myself   I can’t catch a break And can’t catch a breath   I’m drowning, the darkness spreading   Seeping into my heart And seeping into the fabric of my soul  
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  
That magnificent thing that beats in my chest, Thumping along it seems to be blessed With mechanisms that never rest; No matter how many heart breaks How many mistakes
it's hard to believe i'm ***FLAWLESS sometimes but looking at the evidence, who can deny? with the way syncopated drum rhythms wrap around my head like a crown
Highly underrated  Highly anticipated  Got one goal that is being the greatest  Prove doubters wrong when I make it  Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant 
"No thanks. Too dark. Not cute. Not my type."
Love yourself first, Love your imperfections, Love your crazy side, Love your silly side,
i wake in the morning, having no warning, of how i would be looked at like i have on a funny hat.   i walk through the halls with no fear at all knowing that who i am
I once heard an old wrinkly man call his old wrinkly wife beautiful. I cringed and squinted, turned my head and tried to understand  what part of her old wrinkly face was beautiful.
Beauty has made her choice. She chose the Beast.  Beauty is intelligent. She chose her books. Beauty is kind. She chose happiness. Beauty is fearless.
I once told my mom in front of the bathroom mirror that there was not one part of my body that I really liked   Not my small “Chinky” eyes, that disappear when I smile Not my dry, rough hands,
Flaws are Less than what I am. What I am defies the laws-- that entrap me when I'm caught, enslave me when I've stopped,
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be? The two arms and legs that extend directly from me? That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
When she was a child She was flawless Despite her tangled hair That her mommy Called “The Nest” She was flawless
Dear Diary, Today I was pushed to the ground,
I have sharp edges. I jut out and I cut if you get too close. I am terrifying and I am intense and I am beautiful.   I am not worried about being flawless because I like that my skin
As the unwanted mask stares back at the reflection   She tells it that it looks better  and that all her insecurties are concealed under that was the foundation of her life 
Humans have flaws, so as a rule we're not flawless. But those who accept it would appear to be lawless. I am a man, with a name of the other. I'm often mistaken for another Asian's brother.
I love that I think I’m intelligent. I love that I think I’m hilarious. I love that I think I’m nice. I love that I think I’m drop dead gorgeous.
three seconds   the adrenaline pumps, pumps, pumps and your veins fill with something electric something unnameable something holy   two seconds   your breath is fast and shallow
In front a mountain, Behaind -a trap, a pit, Nothingness. Let today be the day I conquer.   Those who fall behind, Risk leaving their head, a life. Let today be the day I conquer.  
I am not ugly,
I embody everything I thought I couldn't be  I am a spitting image of everything I thought I wouldn't be I look in the mirror and feel full;
It's so hard seeing from one good eye Because that's the only eye you can go by At least the only one you trust to guide you right Can only see half as good through them dark nights 
Stared in the Mirror.  
It's so hard seeing from one good eye Cause that's the only eye you can go by Atleast the only one you trust to guide you right Can only see half as good through them dark nights 
No knows, why the sequoia stands so tall, From below, it’s just another tree, But through the storms it never fall, Stretching skyward, and free.   It isn’t adorn with fragrant flowers,
Beauty reso
I was 7 years old when i was told i was ugly that i had four eyes and big bucked teeth, that I was fat with a crooked smile that not even mother could love me  
The rain, Its such a marvelous thing. Washing away the impurities Splashing against the ground Like small soldiers dropping Scrubbing, Scrubbing away all the ugly.
I look in the mirror, What do I see?
Art can be beautiful, or it can be hideous. Yet in all its imperfections lies perfection.   It matters not the skill of the hand, or the depth of the mind.
With pen and paper It is beauty I create I am an artist
I woke up like this 5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those” I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes
Me
No one else is me, And no one else will ever be. My hair, eyes, and face No one can replace.   What makes me quirky, What makes me ME, Is something I will always be.  
I was taught since birth,Trained like a circus animal,To focus only on my flaws,Ache over every splintered quality,And strive for perfection.  
Do not tear at your mirror Do not pull at your skin
Look at the ads out right now advertising “the perfect body” What is  wrong with society? Perfect is not defined as a flat stomach and a thin physique But when girls see those pictures, they don’t eat for a week
A pearl, Dipped in love and frosted with perfection,
Pefection  - not real always striving - reaching high never satisfied!
The reflection continues to change everyday The days become longer and harder to handle The voices in my head telling me to give up I need to be strong, hold my head up high My true intentions are never heard
I am from frigid rinks, from bruised knees and injuries. 
Queen Bey chants, “we flawless, ladies tell em,”
Be yourself following trends  let the trends follow you follow the leader let the leader follow you be yourself because no one else can 
He holds my hand While we stare at art pieces All through the museum in perfect silence He tells me I belong on the wall With the rest of the masterpieces; I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
Hide the truth written on the face,
News styles flood our stores and closets every day, but what you wear won't hide your dismay.  You dye our hair, paint your face, and try to act like someone you are not,
When I look out and see the world today, It shames me to know the lack of kindness. That’s why I try to keep evil at bay: Lack of integrity is a crisis.   I wish to see the world bloom with niceness;
We see them everywhere, Masks that hide who a person really is inside. Their mask may have perfect hair, Or maybe it makes their stomach one less size. And, maybe it feels like we're obligated to wear them,
It is as an old photograph, fading with every second
Her hair is a mess, her eyes are swollen
When I was in middle school, I went through a phase.
As I move once again to a new state. I hold on to all the memories   Willingfully I go with a heavy heart but hopeful spirits.   Now I say to myself,
I am flawless because I am strong from once being weak, I am not flawless because they told me to shrink, I am flawless because I am successful and will threaten a male,
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
The potential of man is so grand a phrase  I see images of Ubermensch ascending from caves
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the Skin cells we shed each day, so Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper Look, for true beauty lies within  In the muscle that gives me strength And connects the
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the Skin cells we shed each day, so Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper Look, for true beauty lies within  In the muscle that gives me strength And connects the
#flawless There’s always two souls to a person The one everyone sees from day to day And the one that hides and waits for the chance of immersion Because she never witnesses daybreak
Flaw(less) Freckles.
Flashback   A blast from my past   10 years old and growing fast       A sweet little girl   Innocent and pure  
i woke up like this, sun in my eyes sqinting towards the day ahead. beary eyed and a dry mouth with a side of drool a disheveled mess with a good morning sounding like a grunt. 
Oh! The ugly emotions that we all feel, the ones with which we're not sure how to deal.    Feeings like anger, hatred, envy, and spite, jealousy, arrogance, loftiness, and pride.
Many times I see fear For those around me it is clear Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Hey, hey ya you! Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Dear Future Self,   You did it.   Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.  
My schedule— MWF class 10-12:30 TH class 9:30-2 Wednesdays are special: Go and help out at the elementary school, And make it to the Drama club meeting by 5.
I used to wake up and wish I were the gleam in the summer sun
Flawless
¿FLAWLESS? For those who judge me on my skin,
What do you see when you see me? long round face penetrating brown eyes long nose slightly crooked 
We've all been bullied. My eyes, different from the others. My height, lacking. My academics, an idiot amongst geniuses.  My personality, strange and twisted as can be. Blah, blah, blah
I am flawless.
A filter, What is it really? Is it something to purify the air? Is it a mask? Is it makeup? Maybe even a photo enhancer?   Why must we enhance our lives?
Flawless? I wouldn't think so.
By the illustrious text within the scripture of English articulation the definition of "Flawless" is "to be devoid of flaw"; it is accepted with general sanction   A quest to obtain
Dark brown eyes that seem to glow
Old Town, New City Bussing tables just to make seven fifty Got no time, no sleep When I muster emotion, I go deep Feeling down until I hit the town Rolling through , running around  
I woke up to face me in the mirror butter ball naked I saw all the flaws I once so desperately try to hid From even the young lady in the mirror who did everything I did
Lose the veil, lose the veil   I’ve watched her watch herself Watched her stare and realize that what she sees is it That is the face she has to live with for the rest of her life
Lose the veil, lose the veil   I’ve watched her watch herself Watched her stare and realize that what she sees is it That is the face she has to live with for the rest of her life
RMG
Ricayla Monique Gallop I've said that name all my life. But do I know who that person is ?
I am Fat, A little pudge keeps me warm. I am a Loser, But I succed because I fail. I am Angry, For showing passion.
Freckles,  They crowd my face. A new one always ready to join.  Sometimes.  I feel there is no more room on my face. All my thoughts can amount to the dots on my face.
Graphite. Eraser shavings. Coffee-tinted paper. It all starts with a blank page and an ephiphany of creativity. The pencil feels at home in my hand as it glides with precision.
The sun rises and the moon hides, alarms sound and roll to bedsides
Beauty is sunkissed cheeks After an afternoon of adventure Beauty is messy hair After a night of studying Beauty is teary eyes After hearing a long forgotten melody Beauty is intelligence
She stood on a tower and looked down below A city of white houses hummed with life Everywhere the same streets, the same trees
  I am Invisible, Determined I wonder when I will be heard I hear a faint whisper I see a hand held out
  Flawless  
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
I am perfect, on the inside The masterpiece has not fully manifested itself on this canvas yet But still, I am flawless in His eyes
I am my own Obsession. I am a new work of art in the every day tick tock tick tock seconds of life. When I wake up, I am my own Obsession. I'm determined and bright and willing to,
Swirls run together, A print only meaning me, Alight upon skin.
Those things they tell                                 You- well, you know by now You’ve read the statistics- The things they expect you to be.                 You’ve memorized them. Look ‘em up now.  
                              She’s like a book Everyday it’s like a new chapter She’s like a favorite book the one you can’t get enough of Outside the cover is pure but inside all the pages are
I am Fierce I am the definition of Flawless I did not have to wake up like This I will always be like This I do sissy that Walk I will fly sky High I will not back Down I will let the haters watch me be Great I am not just a pretty Face nor a thi
I'm flawless because I am able to see my flaws.
 
 
I wake up every morning,
  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.  
Look into her heart and maybe you'll find the beautiful girl she was once upon a time  Listen to the innocence in her laughter 
Here I am. Just as I am, right here right now. This is all of me. Nothing more and nothing less.
Wake up every morning Put on my makeup Foundation first thing, Eyebrows next up, Mascara, blush and Finish with a touch of Pink on the lips.   Look in the mirror and
Life is monochrome, or so they say. A repetitive cycle of time, repeating daily.   What has gone, will come by again. Where is the color in life?   Soul against soul,
  Look Into My Eyes
Too many voices too many claims trying to fit in by being the same I've got zits I've got creams I've got obstacles to my dreams I get down About my small size
I remember to spare fleeting glances for myself in the rearview mirror; the me with messy hair and untied shoes, the self that I injected with every untold secret and left twitching by the roadside.  
Love and Respect
I am flawless because I choose to accept that I have no flaws. I have been created, broken, molded, and recreated to become the person I am today. 
Waking up from a dream feeling all bubbly While everyone else looks  at the world humbly I get out of bed everyday with the thought That today and no later is the day that I ought
They say she'll Never be Pretty E
I'm a product of my enviornment, in the sweetest sense.  My face is scratched-- from that time that neighbor cat clawed me.
Frizzy hair is the norm for me With a crooked smile and chubby cheeks Glasses sit on the bridge of my nose And who can stand a girl with goofy toes  It is always a tight squeeze to fit into my jeans
I am a ripple on a calm still lake i am a pimple on a perfect face i am imperfection in a perfect world i am the insecurity in a beautiful girl. but i am me never anyone else
I’m not a rocket scientist No stunning child prodigy I won’t invent the next big thing That life’s just not for me   I trip when I walk And I sing out of tune I won’t be found on Broadway
Above all else, I am average. I was born female I’m bad at math My communication skills are beyond low I have horrible asthma My eyesight is worse than my great-grandmothers
I am flawless from head to toe thought id let you know im like a godess i woke up like this fill your eyes with bliss and i called it dont need no man because i got a plan
You wake up, weary from living these 85 years Your spine anchors you down, you struggle simply to get out of bed Your body has betrayed you; it demands glasses to see, canes to walk, aids to hear
 Knowing my true identity makes me flawless. Knowing that I can overcome anything makes me flawless. Not letting others destroy me into what I transformed myself to be.
 I look at you with my hidden eyes Your smile lights up the world Blue, green, and gray crystals In my heart, butterflies twirled I did not see it coming   At first mere acquaintances
    The Toy Truck Girl   When I was five years old My mom bought my brother a toy truck He loved to play outside in the dirt in his jeans
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,
"Worthless." "Selfish." "Hopeless."    Walk down the hall, A glance to the left, A glance to the right, The voices never stop. The voices never cease.  
I wish to swim far out and never see land again Penetrate the greatest depths of the world Find the mermaids who hide in my dreams And become the girl I always wanted to be  
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
I am a flawed soul locked in a flawed skin. Am I to complain, though my life is not Flawless?  Am I to disregard my life Because my skin is a… ripe tomato I cannot eat?  At times I would like to
I am dark But I am still lovely I am dark But I am still beautiful I am dark But I am still lovable I am dark But I am still a woman I am dark But Iam still worthy respect
I woke up I had to wake up I had my whole life Waiting ahead of me in strife. I always dreamed of this moment Could it be my time? I could hear the chime Of success calling my name
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless   The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek  
Paul N 10th grade   [Bold- say it loud]  
You know what AMERICA? I am not my hair nor my skin I am not a freak (well...maybe a little) I am what lays within my values, intellect, passions,  and relentless wit
Paul N 10th grade   [Bold- say it loud]  
It used to be so easy To let others get to me   'Not enough' they would say And I would believe them   How many times did it take before I realized the power of their words?
My flawless trait started when I was eight  but there is no denying the fact that I am flying.  Over expectations because this is my nation.
  Everything is spinning The floor is completely gone And in the beautiful silence There is a resounding song. No, it’s more like a tone. A buzzing or a beep That makes insanity seem so sweet
What is considered attractive? How is beauty measured? Aren't we all special as individuals?
Sometimes- I tremble like the fault lines,
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
I have strength, But I am looked at as weak, Why? Because I am a girl, a female, a woman, But does being this label define me?
Her clear water vision, Something so honest and true, Her eyes quite the sight to see, Only the bluest of the blue.   Blue eyes widened, As she stepped through the door,
Every day is a blank canvas ripe for the splatter of colors verbal vomit fills the pages better out than in    The light shines on diamonds as they fall on smiling faces encompassed in cold
Flawless In knowing I am not perfect But I aspire to life’s challenges And I remain myself Flawless
Growing up, I hate myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, my eyes would pierce into my soul with a hate that I thought would kill me in and of itself.
I am too tall. I am too loud. My hair is a mess in the morning. My memory is not all that great. Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth. Sometimes I don't want to take a shower.
Stand straight, shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward. Think fast, speak little, assume none, shield all. Be good, follow rules, don't question, respect honored. Stay quaint, fall in line, don't be different- so banal.
Flawless. The girl on the cover of the magazine, The one who was created with photoshop, The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself. Flawless. The all-state basketball star,
I used to pray. I used to pray that when I woke, my skin would be clear of  imperfections. Clear of freckles, clear of bumpsI hated being different, noticed, ugly. 
Sometimes I'm wrong. I can live with that. Sometimes I make mistakes. I can live with that. Sometimes I fail instead of succeed and don't reach my own expectations, my own needs,
Despite my blemishes and imperfections
I'm worth more than a thousand sunswashing away at the darkness of those around memy voice blooms roses with the way my wordsgrow thorns yet project passionate beauty.
No one ever told me I was too big Or too small Or too loud No one ever told me I wasn’t pretty enough Wasn’t smart enough Wasn’t cool enough My friends were told they were fat
I had the odds against me at the start of my days, Elders holding my mother within their icy gaze. "You know you can't keep him, it's a danger to your future", It was them against her, a devout refuter.  
Flawless I am Poem for a scholarship slam double chin perfectly put together I know I am better Flawless I am Body built like a dam  Strong & Structured  Damn
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the Most real version of myself Dark circles Crazy Bed head Drool on the side of my mouth  And freckles everywhere
Lovely, healthy, me Heart of gold and full of love
Beauty is courage.
                                                                        I use to hurt                                          Crumpled into everything around me, fell in the dirt
My intelligence is responsible for all things that make me heaven sent I honestly feel like my eloquence allows me to have more chemistry
Less flawed than most Imperfect-perfections spotted scales hairy knuckes   I am one of a kind   I am the kind of one who has wrinkles streaming from their eyes Smile lines
I am perfect in my own way. Everyone is different, and therefore I cannot compare myself to them because they are not me. All I can do is look at myself and decide that I am who I am, and who I am is beautiful.
I look in the mirror and am proud of what I see It took a long time to get here Loving my body and who I am starting to be I was able to push past my fear I have two legs to run and a body that is strong
A flaw is usually something someone else pointed out Pointed it out as nothing but negativity Something you should hide or change or even be ashamed   But every flaw I was blessed with I have used to my advantage
You know i'm a girl i dont know f hat a blesing or not soceity exepts so much Im just a young women trying to be heself You know this ued to eally get to me "Is my  butt big"
I am always late, I cannot keep a date My posture isn’t exactly straight. The rooms a mess, and sleeping is the best. Music better loud, and my dancing doesn’t make most proud.
Motherless..Fatherless.. that's the scar I hide everyday. Often quiet and to myself..it's not that I don't have anything to say. Not enough time to express what goes on in my mind.
Everyday I can look in the mirror and I can pick out an imperfection. Everyday they say I'm not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough.
All my life they’ve taught me to be clean, Wash my hands while singing the ABCs. But what if I really like dirt? Sorry but I swear it won’t hurt!   Nice shoes cramping my style,
I was smart, but was never good at math. "The numbers don't lie," my teacher would say. This theory of rationality left my consciousness A duller black and white than the atmosphere of the room
    Scared. Scared is a word I could describe this as. But perhaps,  It's the gentle shedding. Of old skin, or weathered leaves. Both things changing.
Some people appear to be "flawed" but you don't see what their life has been like; You don't see their pain, or their strugge, or their loss
Unfiltered to me is quite possibly a detriment rather than a liberty.   In the grand scheme of emotions and perceptions that enter our mind, I gradually weigh my options
You were a bird Free, fragile He was a vulture Cruel, devious You were a storm Somber, dark
I am not delicate but I will wear pink. I am not frightened but I will cover my eyes at a horror movie. I am young but that does not mean I have a blind eye. I am female but that does not make me weak.
The world is my friend I don’t have to know your name to respect you Or even love you I AM your keeper Simply because you’re human And so am I
flawless a word we all search for in ourselves
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
Yes, we all have flaws, But it is not until we recognize such flaws That they truly exist. Without recognition We are flawless!   You may mess up, And so will everyone on this earth.
The thing that makes me flawless is my undying sense of hope, my ability to find the silver lining in every starless sky. 
I am a field full of daisies  I am a night sky full of stars I am a sunset over the ocean I am a swan in the lake
My legs, My legs, O' they are much better than pegs.  Through lush green fields I dance and I prance, O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants!   My calves are smooth and supple,
I am who I am meant to be. I am beautiful and free.  
Very beautiful, incredibly smart Nothing but goodness in her heart   A smile on her face every single day and kind words when you come her way  
I'm about to write this poem, but first let me take a sefie. Ducklips Filters and angles
Many people suffer with who they have to be                                     It is a large group                                                                                  And part of that group was me.
When I was younger, I was a bonfire. I blinded all who came to hurt me, and could comfort those who sought my warmth. I lit my surroundings with my wild light, and was never afraid
I'd like to introduce myself
I accept me I do not wish to change nor to make myself feel bad I am beautiful I am imperfectly perfect I am flawless beacuse i accept me
You are not ordinary. Don't settle for just average, but don't expect too much or you'll fall and hurt. You are not lost. Don't confuse searching and pre-planning as a step back from where you are now.
FAT, TUBBY, BIG, CHUBBY, SLOPPY, GROSS, SMELLY All depictions of a full woman portrayed upon the television of society Blinded by our true beauty, so let me regulate for a moment
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?
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop.  Average? No.Perfect? No.
What am I? Determined. Persistant. Eternal. What hasn't stopped me still follows me. But I hold my head high and look directly in the eyes      of those who will never fly. Empowered. Consistant. Beautiful.
I don’t know which of my parents promised you a “polite young lady” for a granddaughter, but you should probably ask for a refund.   Because I remember, seven years old, Thanksgiving dinner,
Self love   
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
  Everyday I wake up I stare into the mirror And touch all the beautiful Pieces of my body That I've been ashamed of
My Flawless African American, pure type of beauty
I am not a thin gal, I could lose a couple pounds. I don’t wear the skin tight jeans, Or the shirts that make it hard to breathe.
We all believe we are flawed; in some way, shape, or form. 
On this block  She is not the one  Being flocked at  Through and through  Do not let them fool you  Strong to the core Oh you can surely adore  Looking straight on 
Flawless is a measure of bless  But to be bless you must be more And if you are more than you cannot be less  Compounded perfection lined in every bodily pore  
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whom hold's that position? Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards. I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
It's who I am. I've always been tall. And no, I don't play basketball or volleyball. I am constantly stranded in a sea of small and world of petite. Yes, my feet are large, but imagine if I had small feet.
In a small town where not only our food is southern style, but our people are too there is no escape from the criticisms and chastisment of others.
You're tellingus -No, you're tellingme.  You're telling us indivicually. 
9-5
i carry my right leg over the curb
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
It seems that all this timeThe odds have been stackedAll around and above meStabbing at what I lacked  
Whispers echo off the forlorn walls shaming people into conformity.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion. “They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
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
Why
Don't wanna be conceited  I just wanna speak the truth I've got unblemished skin And I've had a fruitful youth My teeth are white and pearly  So my smile's always great My hair is soft and shiny
You think I'm crazy? I'm creative. My thoughts flow like a movie that can turn into words on a paper or that fly out of my mouth. They make from some facinatiing shows, I can tell you that. Crazy?
Time goes by so fast I wish it would stop I know I’m meant to be leaving soon But it doesn’t mean that I want to It saddens me to think about moving on When inside I feel like I’m not ready to leave
Why do girls spend sixty minutes on their make-up when they can spend five Make-up doesn't define who you are Your words and your actions Those define you because those words mean a million more
For those who cannot see The beauty behind every being Each flaw that makes up a subject  Are the characteristics that make you perfect. 
It was unexpected ‘cause I was just a kid. Bike rides and doodles of a man-eating squid.   Those pretty days were spent on the lawn of my school, laughing and gasping
Blonde hair, blue eyes, Full lips, less thighs. Doll face with no unique taste, twice just replaced, Everything faked so much you can't see what's real. What's yours? What's mine? Can we even draw a line?
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,
The ability to have flaws is flawlessness. Having fears of insects and the ocean, And let’s not forget bad hair days. Seeing past others flaws and insecurities for who they really are,
Nicole Winans—full of fun. Loving nature, the outdoors, and the sun. A studious student, always trying her best; Often needing reminded to stop and rest. A born leader, always encouraging others.
I am from ‘snooze’ buttons, sleeping in, and procrastination. From stubborn hair that never cooperates. A face flushing crimson when the light shines on me. Accidental sarcasm spilling from my tongue.  
I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom; the wavy grasslands of my hair, the muddy pools of amber eyes. I see the stretch of sand dune skin, I have hills and valleys on me.
 I live in the future but I can't seem to let go of the past
They tell us how to mold our bodies to be beautiful I mold my body to be FLAWLESS My body is my art I shape it, color it, add details I don’t listen to THEM Who are THEY? I am ME
When an unknown man walks in and looks at you and tells you  
When I walk my chin is up When I strut my face displays a smile I dont wear my emotions I wear my gratitude   When I walk my chin is up When I strut my face displays a smile
FLASH YOU A SMILE (FLAWLESS) If you asked me what made me flawless
If there is a reason For us to grow As people and spirits From the ground below Our flaws make us human They smother our skin But not in harm But to help us win   Each mistake
What makes me perfect, is the fact that I’m not. Imperfection is beauty. Something most people forgot.   Scars on your wrists and fire in your eyes. When I say you’re beautiful,
for the longest time i was
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!".
when i wake up
Mmm ... Flawless ? Bossed Up ! Flaws ? I prefer my ways to who I am I wake up everyday feeling like I am the only one of my kind The only one who will do anything and everything Bossed Up!
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
They say there was a bang And Earth appeared In a black blanket Of billowing stars, Shimmering gas.   Then we did, Erect in a crooked world, Painting love on the walls,
a) Your ugly!! b) Thank You!!!!   a) Your too skinny? b) Thank You!!   a) You will never amount to anything!! b) Thank You!!!  
Flawless I can tell you what does not make me so. 
Flawless, that's me with the scars upon my feet
I must've been blind when I was small, They came around when I grew up tall some were quiet and some were loud , some went and never came around a few were lost and new ones came,
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I made, The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool?   Who am I? Am I a follower of the "in crowd," The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?  
There is no such thing as perfect Only imperfect We all have imperfections
I’m no longer a blank canvas, a piece of wet clay. I’ve been molded, painted upon.   This odd shaping and random streaks of color: a mess or a piece of art?   I am not a wreck.
A turbulent mind
ME
Brushstrokes of foundation, Mascara fibers made to tower; My best fake smile And honeyed words slathered over These people who have never even stopped... To see ME.  
Zoomed in:  
I look to my arm, there lie my flaws  flaunting their discreet disgrace.    Though despite the scars  and a past so raw, I know I am not my mistakes.    For beauty is within 
Your life is not defined by: numbers -The number of likes on an Instagram picture -The number of favorites on a tweet -The number of comments on a Facebook post
I am sassy, as some may know. Its flawless in design, and that, I like to show! I might have some odds and ends about myself, And those problems I might have to lug and tow.
I know I'm not useless, on sidelines I don't sit, I put my time into everyting, for people, I won't quit. I'm one of those unique ones who sees beauty in all, so when it comes to BITE me....
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest   But I'm perfect exactly how I am My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me But I'm perfect exactly how I am
We are not teens Quit settling for less We are to be treated like queens Let's stop letting little boys be our stress Hold our heads up wear our crowns This is our year Leave that clown
I am labeled with words, Shy, reserved, quiet, And I am judged, For not going out more, Not having a plethora of friends. I don’t think before I speak, But I say what I mean,
Indeed I woke up like this Stretch marks, acne, nails bit Flaws I see them all I need no witness I am "flawfull" therefore I am flawless.   Contacts, face creams, failed attempts
Her head hangs low Her voice barely a whisper   The long sleeves she wears May hide a scar or two   She barely trudges
To the girl peering in the mirror, who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior, because her hair isn’t straight,
I am not perfect; I am flawless, I am flawless because I have flaws. My flaws do not constrict me Or cause me any amount of asphyxiation Because I spin my flaws into opportunities.
People might not like me for who I am, But I can be FLAWLESS without many friends.     I am.... A friend who worrys, when others are gone. A friend who cares,
Be flawless. Be independent. Be strong. Be you.     Do things that make you stand out. Not just from the crowd, but yourself. Speak beautiful words. Speak your mind.  
"Why are you in this class? Aren't you going to be an English major?" "Damn, well if learning how and why I work isn't poetry then I don't know what the hell is."
Brown eyes Round face African American Feminist That’s who I am
Wilhelm Wundt would rather me be anywhere between 20 and 50 people dependent upon the complexity of my harrowed mass or the strength of
Perfection   Perfection Is it possible? Perfection
thought we all may be different with various talents and aspiration but we are all perfectly made creations artfully crafted inteligent beings made in the faultless image of God each one of wholely unflawed
Flawless, that's what I am Perfect is what I am not For "perfect" implies that I would ever conform to others' idea of "perfect" "Perfect" implies that everyone should be like me Alas, none of this is true
I'm beautiful, smart, creative, and silly can't you see but all you want to do is get in bed with me I'm not that type of girl  you call me Bae, boo and all of that  but cant you see that I'm brighter than that 
when you love someone  you love them in spite of their flaws, or so they say. i say you love people and you love their flaws the same.  when you love someone they become flawless.
  I'm flawless because I am a woman. My hair curls into spirals and my skin is tinted tan, I'm flawless because I am natural and do not get my courage nor confidence from a man.
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
The door opens. One step to your destiny.   You peer in and see the faces, The people who are looking straight at you.   Will you fail? Will you fall?   Hesitation sets in 
They say every body is beautiful, but -
Jonny's something flawless. Cause I'm not falling I'm the opposite of August. Nothings stopping profit from residing in my pocket Sike, I'm broke as pasta before diving in its haunt of hot water
  Music poundin’, phrases boundin’- baby I’m flawless… Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’- Baby I’m Flawless…
I am flawless because I am One of God's beautiful creations Not because I am man-made, A photoshop modification I am stubborn, And sure, I may cry my eyes red But I'm flawless because I'm here,
I'm different and unique, i can say that proudly. I like who I am inside.
I wake up with my hair all over the place Raise up with not much grace Then stumble to the bathroom at a very slow pace
Have pure confidence Walk tall and strong Speak up against negativity Sing regardless; just most according to my feelings Love past blemishes and Give past pain I feel, no matter who gave it to me
  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.
I'm flawless because I'm on honest with myself I know what I feel and what its like to be felt I know that my big eyes are odd and piercing. I know that even though I'm short, my demeanor is menacing
What makes me flawless isn't what you see It's inside of me Just because my face isn't perfect And I don't always look great It doesn't mean that I'm a fake   Beauty is also from within 
I woke up with a smile on my face I woke up ready to face the day I woke up ready for the bulies I woke up ready for the harsh words and the crule laughter. I was ready for the torment
Always been this way I am never going to change This is what FLAWLESS is Or at least close to that FLAWLESS range Helping is what I do Whenever they ask I analyze the situation
You know perfection Is a man-made word Because it is shallow. Though its implications are potent, No poetry projects from its reflection –
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
An hour every morning spent on my  make up and my hair I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but I do this for me.
People see my gifts and abilities, And they say,"Consider yourself lucky." They tell me I'm lucky, Because I believe in a God that tells me I' free, I'm born into a family of white priority,
I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club.
Many people hide their face in the bathroom mirror They dab a little bit of this and a add a litle bit of that and they just created a mask We try to prove ourselves and others that we are this beautiful flawless queen
 Today when I look in the mirror, I know that all I value is shown, I will have no fear, nor flee as a deer, I can not conceive how I must have grown,  To allow myself to perservere, 
"Beauty is pain."  The phrase I was raised on. My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother- Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school, 
       Two people and one room, or so one person in one house. Three children in one forest, yet thousands of souls mixed in a habitat of guts and glory.
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.   Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless. Silky brown skin all among the ends.
She took a small seed of confidence and watched it grow. Taking pride in her pain made her stonger than those who have none. She never let's down her guard, so the waters of her heat will never flow.
I am perfect—without flaw. Which is to say, not a single trait I retain is held in low regard. Not one thing of my person can be looked down upon, for I am flawless.
There's nothing more hopeless than man, ignorant to their own ignorance Ardent in body, yet weak in mind feeble in grounds, yet large in self-worth whom with misguided morals, though brave in judgement
Awake.
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
makeup                 celebrities                                 perfect bodies and  then there’s me so much pressure to look the part they forget to look at our heart
I have awaken amongst the restless, my eyes like the crack of dawn raising from the tired less sleep of being naive and ready to take on the worlds wit and wisdom.
  I am amongst those who spent countless hours staring at a reflection, 
I AM FLAWLESS I AM FLAWLESS BECAUSE I AM MYSELF
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that  Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
Everybody wanna be flawless Or whatever you wanna call it 
My eyes sing a song of gold  My smile is prepossessing Lips soft as a cushion This pretty face is a blessing.   Practice makes perfect It took 17 years for implementation 
Let perfection be built by society, But,  There is just one assumption worth to be heard and read, Inner beauty can shine brighter,
The infamous "they" say Take her swimming on the first date Cause you wanna see what you will wake up next to   I love that Because with me You got what you got what you got
Beauty, Beauty she fell back into her a pool of pressure. As she felt every ounce of water seeping into her skin It reminded her of the pressure of being being ideal  as she drowned in her pool of sins
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light Notice not I, the cold that endures But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
Which is really you, the person behind the curtain, or the person your best friend boyfriend parent ecclesiastical leader God
Always
#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 
Patience.Practice, preparation, prayer.My hands glide on keys,white and black,sharp and flat.A mistake, an imperfection.Again and again, over and over.Patience.
Imperfections are inevitable I used to think I could change my body  but I've come to terms that I can't. 
When God brought my creation to fruition His hand was steadied by tradition, Eperience, Intuition and Love As Millenia of ancestry And inherent beauty were Wrapped neatly into Seed, Me
College what a magical place.
All I want to be Is the girl on a magazine, But she isn’t real. All I want to be Is that girl all the boys see, But I know her body is that way naturally. I don’t hate me But I want to change me.
I woke up like this
They tell me my skin isn't perfect and think I can control it,  like it's my choice to have acne, and I can just make it go away. It's my body, not yours.     They tell me I need to eat more,
no one is more you-er than you... "you're fat, you're big, you're dark" is it all true? invested time trying to change the views the comments, the likes, the photos
  Everyone thinks beauty is based on appearance.
I'm flawless because I'm flawfilled I make mistakes
I'm flawless because I'm flawfilled I make mistakes
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm- stealing from, sharing with, against, along, trying to please.
I am flawless. I go to school with no make-up, I get judged.
I am flawless because My temper is short And my hair likes to be a mess. I am flawless because I can remember history dates And algebra is confusing. I am flawless because I can be lazy
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is   The girl I was years ago is gone
I am beautiful Something I'll never change The way I look in the mirror How my eyes catch everyone's attention How I can make everyone laugh When I don't even wanna smile I know all the right words
Me
I am Beautiful Smart Funny Not afraid Hard working Lovable College ready Me.
Constantly,facing Challenge after challenge. I rise on top because,I'm still gonna manage. Lost both of my Grandma's my aunt and I still won't quit. The thought of me being less then my best just makes me sick.
She was fragile, A subtle kind of beautiful, yet strong In mind and opinion.   She was clever, Quick to respond, while clouded With silent doubt.   She was a conformist,
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless. There are so many things that feel about myself, That are just....not. I don't physically flawless. I can point out everything I hate easily,
I am flawless   With just a smile, I'll make your day
Praying to my god Testimony say im saved, police got me under heat, youngins screaming what you claim, you know the street, its anger pumping through my viens,
I am a woman
In all actuality, We are not flawless What we believe, is a broken reality.   We are broken girls, We are stitched up and sewed up, With our toes curled.  
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 
Flaw: A mark, fault, or other imperfection that mars on a substance or
They say I should be petite That I shouldn't eat Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
In early morning  i wake to satisfy  not others but me 
Purely dependable on a luminescent screen, whose naked now. With out the cloth, remove the skin, that is the changeless truth. The skin underneath our skin.
Age is but a state of mind, Ignorance is bliss but makes us blind. The true beauty hidden in plain view, To be plucked from a tree and birthed anew. A Juliet in every Apple's seed,
Perhaps it's just me, but i have seemed to stumble, rumble, trip, and tumble in life. Far too many times I have found myself at the bottom of the deep-end.
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I"ve made, Or the whipers behind my back? Who am I? Should I listen to society And grieve the things I lack? The body? The money? The fame?
As a little girl your momma always tells you Beauty is in the eye of the beholder That beauty isn"t only skin deep That young girls don't need make up and filters To be pretty  
Tell
Beautiful. I am just a word, but when you read me what do you see? Am I a famous celebrity or model?
Tell me where these flaws derive from? Itching from the grass under our feet; to the hands we so dearly want to hold. Is there a text book, a guide of some meticulous sorts. Iv never found a universal perfection. We spit that word out.
Trying to find myself in a whirl wind
one look at me a word comes to mind: quiet silent
When you look into the mirror you are unable to see the beauty that you possess deep inside. Your reflection in the mirror is the spitting image of Society spitting words that make you cry. Too ugly. Too fat.
I was that girl- the one that couldn't look at herself without throwing up I was that girl- the one that no one would talk to I was that girl- the one that had to take a blade to her skin to feel something
Compassion flows from my heart --badump-- Beauty in its purest form --badump-- It's almost like a type of art --badump-- That people just adore
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, my beauty is upclose near
      When you leave you venture above dormant pavement This is a memory This is a moment
Bravery. One simple word.  A simple word with so much meaning behind it. Bravery. Asking that girl I like to homecoming. Bravery.
For years piled upon years people defineLooking beautiful as the measure of a personAmbitions and dreams? Forget it!What a person is, is mediated by their outsideLest we all forget to not judge a book by its cover
I am, a soul of passionfor people and life.I am, the kind,the kind to build a bridge
There once was a girl who would wall
Ciara Rodriguez        Behind the mouth lies untainted words. Some without meaning to you and to her.     Behind the eyes of a speckled perfection,
I am a strong believer in a good narrative- and a good ending. With my big, hunky teeth and pizza face acne I think I was set up as an underdog-turned-hero. Because high school was the stage, the script became way to predictable
imperfecty perfect the way your eyes shine it's in the touch of your hand it's when you're on somebody's mind practically perfect it's in all the things you are all your goals and ambitions
I wake up each day and hear About a world that is full of hurt And tears.   People are dying, Children are crying; “The world’s a mess,” they say. “Human beings should just go away.”  
carmel skin that'll make ya knees weak -thats flawless thick hips, lips and thight -thats flawless small waist with a cute -thats flawless southern draw real strong -thats flawless
Every scar has a story Each one making me who I am today Scars that me stronger in a very different way Each one having an impact on me My scars might not be beautiful But they are a part of who I am
Self- image turned to self hate.  Something was dead inside, and no one could relate. They took that piece from you. You were lost; there was a hole.  You hated yourself, you had no home.
Money, I have none
Reserved to unknown Wisdom beyond my years Heir to the throne? I have far too many fears. Mind talking too fast So my heart can’t catch up to it. Throw on a mask to cover my tears
I demand respect and I shall recieve it is what I am told
Fat is not beautiful Short is not elegant
I'm short I'm slightly over weight My left hip sits lower than my right and I have to do a jig just to pull my jeans up. I have a crooked smile and a bit of a lazy eye
Bea        uti             full of fragments Bea        uti             full of life, love, lust Bea        uti             full of amusementapologiesaptitude Bea
  We were young and in love We were a fiery passion You were just playing a game You just weren’t that into me  
On this journey I learned to gain confidence, First graduation then college, I have gain more knowledge and went to college, It's better to have brains than beauty, I stand up tall,
Some have their beauty, Others their voice Some have athleticism, Me? I have a choice   The choice to be happy, when faced with grief The choice to smile when pushed to the ground
I am beautiful.My heart is gold.My sprirt is glowing.My attitude is bold.I am beautiful.My compassion is limitless.My intellegence is vast.My love is tenderness.
I am diffrent from others My faults and my flaws.
The dictionary's definition of flawless is without imperfections - perfect. That's a lot to live up to but that's the dictionary's definition. My definition of flawless is someone who tries so hard and never gives up.
We see people everyday who are flawless who are they?  They are the people who walk with confidence in their hand. They are the people who work their curves as a part of them, not as leeches.
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.
Got out the bed, flawless Fixed my hair, flawless Got dressed, flawless Ate breakfast, flawless
i am a God... now read that again... I am A God, but not the God... I am made in his image and his likeleness... I do not poses all of his powers and ido not control who stays and who goes...
I can feel my blood boil. My eyes picking out all the imperfections. Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
"Are you seriously going to eat that? You already downed a can of Mountain Dew. Hey, I am only looking out for you. We simply cannot have you getting fat."   " I am feeling shaky and sick.
When I look at my legs I don't see chubby thighs or fleshy knees I see strength, and shape, I see my key to run or walk,  And when I hear my own voice talk
In a society obsessed with perfection It can almost seem we have an infection Infection to have small features Infection to be a glowing, bright-skinned colored creature Infection to have crooked teeth
Young Responsible Educated Kindhearted And Beautiful, Inside AND Out
Isn't it strange that they're dead? Straight, wavy, and curly, they're the hairs on our heads. Short or long, the possibilities are endless, the styles we use to express ourselves.
You are NOT an it.  You are NOT like her. You are NOT me. You are so much more. I wonder why you never quit.
I look in the mirror each day and see  , a strong-willed student gazing at me.
When the term "Hearty Chuckle" comes to mind One might think of a large lumberjack eating a pork rind
Can I just say…you look lovely today? Honey, please drop the knife, Wipe your tears, You are lovely. Everyone brings you down. One day, you will prove them wrong
Mom and Dad you can't write my script, this y'all will never understand. I am my owm person,I do what I want, not meetings yours or anyone else's demands.
  Flawless. Flawless? It simply isn't true.  
I got three legs. I lost one in a brawl I realized as I stood up so shaky I thought I might fall.   Happy, I yap. You had just walked in. And exactly the moment you saw me 
Everyone is unique Different talents, different abilities, different attributes No one is the same Different eyes, different hair, different skin We all have one thing in common, though My generation
Flawless Am I for the Friends I have made Flawless Am I for the Losses I take
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
They say it all the time. "Keep it together" But what am I keeping together?
Our days are no longer filled with faith and honesty; But with people who seem faceless. We can’t rely on the world and allow them to make up feel worthless;
Journey Toward Success I've always wanted to succeed, To show people what all I can be,
I've done a lot of thinking, and I've decided that: If everyone is flawed, maybe it is time to accept it.
I am not perfect. I am not a model human being. I constantly make mistakes, And that is an inescapable reality. I am reminded of my failures daily. Missed assignments. Missed meals.
What are the guidelines for "good grades"? What is the ideal weight? What is the ideal height? These will be answered in numbers   Numbers do not matter though
Fight, Fight, Fight away the pain. Work till you cant hear the hate in your brain. Saying that your nothing. Saying that your crap.
I am the definition Of a proposition In a commission Between a division Watching the simpsons It’s hard to make a transition But this is where I make a decision I am Not weak
Let me stand out. Let me stand out so I can be me. Because the me that I am, is flawless, and wouldn't change a thing. You may call me names I don't agree with, or labels that I don't accept. Let me stand out and be different.
I am my own person. My choices lead my life. My actions and characteristics define who I am, but my mistakes are learned from and not meant to be held against me.
I am my own person. My choices lead my life. My actions and characteristics define who I am, but my mistakes are learned from and not meant to be held against me.
What makes me flawless? Well simply the fact that I choose to be I’m not looking for approval from anybody but me   I’m an individual I have my own thoughts and my own mind
To have 
Nothing is more flawless than being flawed.
At eighteen years old, I am flawless.
So what if your thighs touch when your feet are aligned?   So what if your hair isn't the longest or the prettiest color?  
All you ever think about is your skills, your voice, and your set of ways. I'm not like you, and I don't think you quite understand. We are all unique, in our own separate ways.
I am a limited edition, I know you don’t like this competition, But I don’t need your permission, To be in this condition,
I see how people are self-conscious How people try to be confident I see how society brings us down How people say hurtful things
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
Why am I flawless? let me tell you, I think of myself as a repair man people are constantly ridiculing those who are different They are to short, tall, fat, skinny in the eyes of the ridiculer
While working my way towards success. The best thing I can do is confess.
Perfect sunkissed moonlight hides the lines of my imper
No one can define you,  In all that you are. You are perfection,  In the body that your soul is within. You possess all the beauty of a morning sunrise, Or a flower in its fullest bloom,
I am not flawless Nobody but a fool says they are.   My nails are uneven Because I bite them worrying whether my work’s even
F iery and passionate L ikeable A ctive W ishful L ighthearted E mpathetic  S pontaneous S piritual   ~flawless
My body was my battleground. My skin parted like the Red Sea, and a surge of life came flooding over me. Dusk looked like the bruises on my bones. The war between mind over matter was never ending and some days all I could do was rest.
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.
Hair tied back loosely, face bare but glowing, sweat dripping down my back I feel the most flawless running running straight towards my problems I feel empowering and strong like a warror princess
Life is green, Ivy shining in the light,
  Deep within the misty darkness,
Be flawless, don't hate. No flaws means to be perfect; Is perfection real?
The amount of times I have changed my major: six. Dabbling in covalent bonds, criminal justice, printmaking, international affairs, youth and nonprofit leadership, the list goes on.
I am a goddess of perceptual beauty woven by my own intricacies;  a tapestry of feminine familiarity.   I am a goddess of voluptuous curves shaped by motherly hands;
13 years young, I held my head lowFell through some c
There is only one “me” Just one, not three We may share names by simple fate but our varied by history, life, and taste. Everyone is an individual, they are them since birth
I sit here and watch you grow... My little angel very strong you go.
To say something is perfect is in its self-flawedPerfection has always been an ideal, a dream that would never become realityWe do our best, though it can’t be achieved actually
It burns like a thousand suns but it does not destroy me instead it fuels me Like a lighthouse It guides my path to a destination called destiny
I’m ginger I’m not afraid to say it My hair is what makes me, me Everyday all day I wake up And I’m ginger
Nobody knows this one thing about me Right here, I am a cancer survivor No please do not run away and flee
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 woke up in this body Without any glamour whatsoever Loving myself forever Without idolized beauty Sounding a little bit loopy I woke up in this pattern Without a round tootie
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
When all is lost and hope has shed When fear is stron and strength has fled When love and joy decide to leave
Everyone is beautiful, Perfect. Just the way they are. Some might even saw, flawless, I mean, all humans have flaws, But are flaws really flaws when it makes them who they are?
My skin is dark My hair is short I'm beautifully unique my African American me
I look across and see, A person staring back staring back at me. She may call herself ugly, She may tell herself she is weak, But I think she is rather unique, And as strong as one can be.
Flawless, Perfecto, Parfait- A Word so simple, yet poignant, that every tongue on our green Earth has a word to describe its coveted implications.... Every man, woman and child, from every isle 
I’m the girl who is sheltered The one who has no fun I’m the girl who was homeschooled The one who hasn’t won?   High school had so much Tell me I missed out I should have stayed in school
                                  To be a believer, you have to follow your dreams                                                  You have to chase your dreams
I am flawless with my flaws, with my faults, with my past and future. After all, these flaws make me myself. And what are flaws other than ourselves, present as we are? We're not perfect, we never said we are.
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story Of the young man with great determination. The one who worked for years on a single goal To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
Me
Nobody is PerfectI think that's how the phrase goes.The beauty of a personOr the petals on a rose.What makes me flawless
I don't behave as others do in order to fit into society. I don't dress a certain way to impress humanity. I am worthy of much more than what this world has to offer.
             I'm flawless because I'm flawed. Perfection is always under scruntiny; Pressure to maintain - But I am free to eperiment - To have a bad hair day.               I'm yes because I'm no.
A number on the on continuing time spectrum.  Defying who we are. Pant sizes, class rank, GPA  all these numbers saying where you are. Numbers telling you how pretty you are 
So many people tell me I'm FlaWed, But really, what does it mean to be FlAwlEss? In reality, not even the word FlAwless is without a single FLaw. It's not long enough to be considered interesting,
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked,  tired floors.
Born a slave to my own self esteem Working so hard So long So that my parents would love me Bullied by my younger sister I was a slave   Born invisible to those around me
The painful words escape her lips Piercing my fragile heart with every word she utters I try to not show the pain but every now and then I slip
Defined colors, Refined colors
One day they might be a turbulent seaWisps of passionate blouse and foamy greensSwirling, raging, trying to capture meTumultuous waters only I’ve seen
Wat i know is the theory of me What i believe in honor in which i see the others in a new light
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 woke up like this. I opened my magic, crusty eyes this morning And yawned my genius, stink-breath mouth. I lifted my sleep-heavy body with the strength of lions, Herculean! I woke up like this.
You
Just do as you do
The boy: Eats alone everyday The girl: Runs to the bathroom between every class The outcast: Doesn’t know why people hate him   They all have stories to tell
Do not ask me a question,Then at my less than quick reply,Mark a zero for participation.
“U-G-L-Y”  “He will forever stay forlorn, and will never make it to the peak” I walk in the vacancy with my heart in my hands, Holding it tight so it wouldn’t fall,
I see visions. Visions of people who don't exist. They come to me all at once,
I am flawless. My bushy 'brows, My blemished skin, My nappy roots,  And strecth marks Are my perfections.   At 6 a.m., I am flawless;
People ask me all time "What do you want to be?" "What's gone be your career?" I tell them it's not what I'm going to be Better yet it's what I am now I'm a creativist
Why am I flawless?
I woke up like this  I woke up like this Flawless  what is flawless you say its me through  the acne and the sressing of school  throgh toght time and good time I am flawless 
    108,000 steps or 54 miles until they reached the unknown The goal was always freedom but would it be on the other side? Freedom to express your voice, to be heard , to be seen
And I have been here before. And I have done this before.   And I can tell you, This is right.  
When I was a child I wanted to fly I would squeeze my eyes closed and try:  it always went awry.  
I am perfectly flawed From my head to my toe Im not perfect and no one is But I know my worth   And I'm proud of who I am and of what I do
I'm coming home and the trip from work feels good
Did I wake up like this? Did I work hard for this? I did both.   Waking up, the first task of the day. Motivating myself day in  day out.   Working hard,
When I sleep, I dream. When I wake, I stumble. In the summer, I work. In the winter, I cuddle.   Listening to music, I am the lead singer. Watching a movie, I'm running for my life.
When I was little  I was too friendly; always talking to strangers And my parents were afraid that a dark man Would take me away and I would never be seen from again Only what they didn't know -- 
I gaze curiously upon those around me As I wonder where their life journeys have taken them I long to reach out To inquire about their worries, Loves, hopes, dreams All the things that combine
I look in the mirror and what do I see? A young lady, matter of fact, a young woman that wants nothing but to succeed. Succeed as a collegiate athlete, Succeed as a college student,
  The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.
"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.
Live life at your own pace because if you let other people dictate how to live, then you truly are not living a full life.
Integrity I don’t have the gift of flying. It would be a lot more fun though. Instead I possess the art of dying. The ability to stand and take honesty’s blow Is a bittersweet trait I’ve come to know.
When no one else sees it, when no one else hears it, when no one feels it; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE does. Through thick and thin, thoughts lost, and emotions gone; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE is there to find them.
I am one of the Flawless, The ensemble of ladies and gentlemen, Who choose to be lighthearted and humble,
I don't wake up to be flawless
You're not an orchestra, 
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,
I know I'm flawless, I could assume.      I aim to do others, impress.  At best I'd fill them with "Fl
Short, wavy , black hair Beauty marks here and there. Small eyes,thin lips, Little waist , wide hips,
Working hard at school to get good grades Then home to do homework until my eyes fade Going to work and staying til closing time Clean up the dishes after dinner to make sure everything is fine
Impossible is but a word in the mind,
I AM FLAWLESS BECAUSE I KNOW I AM FLAWED I AM NOT PERFECT BUT I LOVE EVERY PART OF MYSELF AS SOON AS I WALK INTO A ROOM MY PRESENCE IS FELT BY EVERYONE I WALK AS IF I HAVE NO FLAWS AT ALL BUT MY FLAWS ARE WHAT MAKE ME
What makes us flawless? What makes us unique? What makes us strong? The answer is simple you see Our flaws make us flawless Just you wait and see As you grow, you flaws make you complete
I’m late nights and messy hair.                   Long walks to n  o  w  h  e  r  e                                                                                 Sailing ships on empty seas.
Flawless is never quitting, It's never giving up on what you need, It's never settling for second best, It's knowing that you're not like the rest.   Flawless is being able to do the impossible,
   
Looking back on my past now, three days before turning eighteen,I realize how sad I really was and how angry I had beenthat society was obsessed with all things material. 
my secret weapon  my calves moving me  forward 
When I was a child, all I could do was dream. I played with toys and watched TV. I thought of magical lands, roaring seas. I was carefree: this was a common theme.   This lasted far too long.
What makes me flawless, you can't watch What makes me flawless, you can't touch What makes me flawless are the thoughts in my skull That dance to a melody that's filled with awe
I've always been an introvert, an only child doesn't have much practice, I've never been an extrovert, I don't exactly follow the media's popular example, My dad thinks I'm ugly, Boy's never really liked me,
The word flawless is thrown around and I'm not one to be touched on easily. If you want to make my eyes wide and my jaw drop then call me improbable or delicate because those words are true.
  Take Flight
From the day I was born media was not on my side. Skinny white women everywhere my little eyes could see.
Scars on my hands from the kitchen knife mishap,  cat-related incidents like claw marks or the time the cat food 
To be flawless, To be perfect, To be the barbie doll everyone wants. To be fake, To be envied, That's the girl that they want. But to be me is to be flawed. To be real, To be honest,
Nice. The chameleon of a word, shedding connotations like a snake sheds his skin, the word that haunts me, defines me, good and bad in the mouths of peers, they let it slide out like warm butter
I hesitantly,
Why am I flawless. This poem can end here because I can simply just say I'm flawless because I'm me. But, I don't want to leave you with any curiousity, so, here's why I'm flawles.
Dear Guadalupe,
A man of wisdom and everlasting truth  If I was there, Sir, I would have yelled "Don't shoot!" 
I am totally the shit, and this was wrote to prove it. I usually wear t-shirts and jeans, and it shows I like to eat my proteins.   Told I look just like Channing Tatum
Beauty is misconstrued in the eyes of society, The unrealistic standard gives women anxiety. Resemblance of Barbie dolls and models are expected, Otherwise women are condemned and disrespected.  
“Are you nervous?” One button tucked through the string and thus sealed. I want to say I’m sad Upset Longing for a different man to be at the end of the aisle. Another button. “I feel unprepared.”
This is for all of Kim Kardashian's plastic surgeons......       I'm amazed that all of you have
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.
I did not wake up flawless, or even just stumble upon it. I had to struggle through thick and thin. Push away temptations and work though the pain. I had to fight the urge each and every day,
I am not flawless. I have flaws. But I try to live my life lawless,  break down my walls.
There are no flaws with the body I wear.
When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain, And personality is viewed as a crutch, The world is construed, and I am so proud
My dear I ask what is wrong with me? Why is that they laugh? I've stripped myself, I've made it clear, I've taken on their path Still they mock, still they cluck Like I am such a fool
I killed the glass and the girl gilded in gold. I watched as the pieces rained in the cold.   Snow coats her lashes, blood on her lips, sifting to ashes, around me to drift.  
i am confident i am beautiful i am trutful i am repected i am kind i am caring i am ahletic i am unique i am flawless not because of my apperance
Remember to be kind You musn't hit boys You can't wear pants Only boys wear pants Young lady, cross your legs Always smile and be sweet Girls are made of sugar
I am a flower. I am beautiful an strong but when I was a seed, I never thought I would've grown to be as tall or smell as sweet as the other flowers.
Four walls and a register ....That never fails to show me...it's inner most partsFlawlessTis truly a wondrous form of captivationMechanical contemplation...
You need relief from reality. You take the pain as though a cue, To start consuming everything possible, Because the pain’s consuming you.   You need relief from the hurt.
(This was my first slam poem.
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
"Wear pretty clothes." they said. So I did. Some I felt fat in, some I felt uncomfortable. "Try some eyeliner." they said. So I did. It looked awkward; I felt unnatural.
I am Flawed People are Flawed  Thats nothing to be ashamed about If you don't learn from your Flaws and try to make yourself better then you should be ashamed Recognizing my Flaws makes me Flawless
I look at me and I see scars I look at me and I see fright I look at me and I see exhausten Do I truely see  Or am I blind Can I really see I thought I was ugly I thought I was trash
I am FLAWLESS My imperfections are what make me so perfect..
  To tell you that I am flawless, would be a lie.
I was cut out of my mother's womb A sharp, straight, deep cut
In a world so crude and judgmental I want the world to see A person with so much potential A person that happens to be me   With all of the struggles I've been through I've learned to find a way
I am not perfect. Mistakes are my best friend, So I practice saying sorry. Awkward was a word made just to describe me, So I keep my head down. I laugh at the wrong times,
From womb to tomb to soon to assume the latter part  the past few years of my life could seem rather dark factor in all the things that seem to be an after thought it makes me feel like I can still rise after all
I remember when I used to hate myself. I remember I couldn't look in the mirror without seeing a monster. I used to cry myself to sleep, hide myself when with friends.
I am flawless because of my acne I am flawless because of my awkward facial hair I am flawless because of my crooked pinky I am flawless pretty much everywhere My flaws don't define me
As I walk through school I see the things that I wish that I could be, There goes the girl with the free spirit, There goes the preppy and popular, There goes the valedictorian,
I woke up like this. No "Good morning" no kiss
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,
My face isn't good until I cover it with Maybelline The way my hair grows isn't what's seen in the magazines My nose is too big But my eyes are too small I'd be better off if I just changed it all
Every morning is a checklist Making curls that appear effortless Eyes that are bright, big, bold Lashes stretched and curled—controlled
Fight to be Flawless
I woke up...Flawless,  My brain...Flawless These thoughts...Flawless My words is Flawless   I just think like this I just think like this   Thats right im inteligent in every right
Who lives the perfect life? 
My skills are above all can see It will make you blind like that time I stole your ring.
Some call is porcelain,
Myself is the way, gone astray-no way.
Alone and lost, the hearts of small innocent children. Pain lay in thier tear-filled eyes. What did they ever do to deserve this? Cruel was the man who abused them, Cold was his heart, and bullied was his mind.
She watches   you in the dressing room mirror, suck in you stomach. She sees you frown as she sits on the ground,
I am Facetious
I am a perfect imperfection. Flawless I am. I am my own simple selection. Flawless out of nothing to somehing like bam .   I am unique in my own way. Be who you are.
I possess an open mind, One with which I greet each day. A frown, scarcely found upon my face, Posiive attitudes are here to stay. Its my perfections that make me pefect,
I've heard it said sticks and
She's a weed among many the only difference  is her timing  while others are blooming 
Judge me by my size, i've had it with these magazine lies.
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.
Flawless,that can’t be true.What’s good for me,may not be for you. Let me tell you about flawless…Flawless is flawed.It is dented and scratched,bent and broken.
Society By: Claudia Hauslauer My young sister asked of me why all these models are so skinny. I had no choice but to reply this is what society wants us to be.
Beyonce is flawless because she has grown to stop trying to please everyone I'm flawless because I like to learn. I'm flawless because I like to sing, even if it doesnt sound like Queen B.
Her hair sits flat,
1-2 I sweep my shoes 3-4 I let someone else open my door 5-6 I take about 300 pics 7-8 I take those in 1 day 9-10 Cheeeeese! With 1 dimple and a grin
Changing colors like the leaves Absorbing light and scenes with ease These eyes see with clarity The deeds of others.   Reflecting in the mirror you see Flecks of brown and speckles of green
I am one of the most flawed people I know But this is a good thing, as I will now crow To be flawless is to be flawed, perfection is ruin And to be flawed is to be flawless, this is being human
I will never be you, And you will never be me, We may not always be right, But we are perfect, Not in the sense of the  right body, the right face, the right mind,
my hair and skin are neverquite as good as they should bemy nails are cracked andmy knees are knobbybut in my heartthere is a lot of love.there is love or people with whom i work,
Since that day my mother left to meet the king Standing alone has been my thing   As I grow older I become more on my own The strength in me has become well known  
I'm on the smaller end of the scale I'm told I could be a model I don't want that I don't want to be seen as "perfect"   I'm on the smaller end of the scale I'm told how pretty I am
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.
You see that silly girl making faces? Her tongue out, and crooked smile? Yeah, that's me.   In all my glory, With hair that doesn't want to cooperate, And Acne that's hard to cover up.
Just because I am a woman does not mean I will not fight.   The inside of my thighs are curved and speckled with little tiger marks. They are mountains seen from above, they are the nature within me.
It is cold out,
I never love half-heartedly, Helping those around me kindly. The flames of niceness burn bright, And for that I will not be contrite. Caring strongly is not a weakness;
Although you can clearly see my physical beauty; well most you…..some of you might. But real gentlemen say my best features and sensational beauty is out of sight!
Everywhere corner of this crowded room is filled with images of photoshopped beauties. Every rack is covered with girls who drown in perfection. Every man by their side is sculped by angels.   
I am flawless from my head to my toes.I can get the beat and groove like nobody knows.I can rock it, I can shake itMy bank account can't break it. 
"I'm going to swing from the chandelier"
Puzzle pieces are different shapes, They are each a unique individual. Each one alone may look strange,
I weigh 100 pounds am i pretty now?  I spent hundreds of dollars on beauty products, screw that!  I read magazines and put cucumbers on my eyes to reduce swelling, can you believe that?  I look in the mirror and don't entirly feel my best, we sho
I look at myself in the mirror.
Everyone is created perfect
In person I am a wallflower  Introverted, doing my best to go unnoticed Keeping to myself and a book because that's where I find comfort  Saving the world, falling in love One page at a time  
I am strong independent, and willing. I  have so many good things about me that make me "flawless" but   but im not flawless.
Every hour Is a different piece To the exact same story Every moment
No one person is flawless as a person I am certainly not flawless as a person But I am flawless as myself I am the most myself my self can be Do I have flaws that make me a not-so-flawless person? Yes.
I am a Girl.
I am a flower. 
No makeup. No dye. Just freckles with red hair. Brown eyes with eyebrows to match. Left handed but in the right mind, yet right in most cases. Wiser than the age and more naive than a newborn.
Scars. Cellulite. Stretch marks. These are what I see on my legs in the morning as I step out of the shower.  Acne. Dark circles. Freckles.
What is beauty? Do you know? Is it the brand that you rock or the girls you see in the music videos? Society has confused the real meaning of beauty.
Antananarivo is the capital of Madagascar open a map and you open me a view I can’t help but dream doesn’t even cover the amazing feeling that thrills through my fingers as
Me.
The faces, the bodies, the power is out there.
I wake up, silence. The earth applauds. My very life-meaningful. It has a cause. I breathe, I feel. I am existing. Lights, cameras, who needs them? I make myself who I am. Fame and glory? Just words overused. Respect is the real reward.
Scared That was the only word to describe it Scared Scared of living Scared of not living Scared of failure   Triumph that is the new word.
Every morning I stop and say to myself You are beautiful No need for make-up No pretty dress, no perfume Honey, you're flawless.
The Flawless Me! I’m not very tall, nor am I athletic,I’m not the smartest or the most clever,Some may say I have no personality at all!
***FLAWLESS BEING*** By Paul J. Pinkett
Known by the shadows I krept with them wherever I went. I clung to them, and to the darkness they gave me.
"You're so rough, The way you speak, The way you hold yourself."   I am not soft and sweet, lipgloss and gossamer, lace and vanilla.   No, I am not.  
they say loner - wierdo - freak. i say independent - creative - unique. they say her appearance offends. i say she doesn't hide and pretend. they say
Pick yourself apart. You won't look at yourself as a whole. You will detect every flaw. You refuse to embrace every stunning compliment. You desire to
When I was a young child, I loved myself. I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
When I close my eyes... I can hear the sweet whispers in the rain I can see moons and galaxy's turning The honey glazed lights Twinkling glitter Pink cotton candy And Neverland. To which I sail,
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
Ten years of Anxiety's stuttering tongues, fast shaking hands, and numbing of lungs, did much more damage than I'd ever thought.
I am somone. The way my hair looks, and the body shape I have doesn't impact
I wish that I could say I woke up on a bed of diamonds and gold, I wish that I could say the clothes I have on arent used or a couple years old. I wish I didnt care about what others said, the opinions of those around me,
For as long as i can remembe
When I wake up, I'm flawless, After I brush my teeth, I floss it Floss my teeth and my swag because being flawless always makes me happy not sad I wear jeans and sweats with a shirt and hat
THEIR SOLITARY KINSHIP
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. 
A woman so amazing, Perfect in every way, With such a beautiful smile, That can lighten up any man
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 cannot fathom How some people cannot see Their worth. Which is ironic because Every time I look in the mirror I feel worthless.   But oddly enough, When I look at others
Am I truly flawless, do i really belong After seeing what people consider flawless
All around me I hear laughter, Yet I am not laughing. They did not hit me, but inside my soul is hurting. I look whole, but inside I am just a pile of broken pieces Waiting, hoping, praying
Embrace your individuality. No one gets to define who you areL Love what you love without worrying about judgement. Take pride in what makes you different. Afterall individualtiy divides you from the rest.
I am alive I have survived What the Earth Has thrown at me   I exist I can fight Even with all That ails me   I am gay And that’s okay I have blue hair
It’s not about the skin tight dress or sky high heels, It’s not even about how that silly boy makes you feel. When I wake up in the morning, My hair’s a mess, acne all over, and that breath comes out with no warning.
I sit and I stare into the mirror at my chest.
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
Please, do not mistake my careful acquiesce for a lack of will. As nice of a girl as I may be, I am not weak. My backbone is strong enough to carry the weight of the solar system.
I am flawless by the way i walk and the way I talk. I like to be different. That is the way I was taught. I care not for the fashion trends. But what is within.
I'm flawless Lawless A rebel with a cause I show promise Prowess My drive does not pause   And I'm lightning Tightening My grip around my dreams It's enlightening
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 am flawless because I know that I am not perfectI understand that perfection is unnecessary, unattainable, and unentertainingI am flawless because I am real
I am flawless, not because im perfect, but because I'm me. I walk with confidence and show just that. I am flawless. I smile because there's no reason not to. I am flawless. I persue greatness when everyone fails to. I am flawless.
I am a Natural Beauty
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,
The crookedness in my teeth the nappiness of my hair, Flawless. The sloucheness in my walk,
Amidst a 'naturally beautiful' movement, I cut off all of my hairSo that people could ask why.Some days, I don't know.
It’s striking-
I was made from young, naiive, sin
I am not oh-so-beautiful I am no princess in truth I haven't a drop of royal blood Nor silver save my filled tooth   Perhaps one may overlook me Give me not a chance
Perfection. Beautiful. Flawless. Astounding. Ugly. Imperfect. Horrid. Worthless. We grab these labels off of others we see and stick them to ourselves. They build us up and rip us down.
I'm a statue With no value
lights switch on time to get up half-awake i see myself quit my dreaming suit and pull on the uniform it is not only for school not only for code
Blonde hair with thin strands that stray away from the bun they were pulled back into,
I most def
I am kind and very shy Don't ask why If you'll just stand by To watch me suffer From the things I offer Without consideration I know i shouldn't dwell I just want acceptance and recognition
  Sometimes I stay up all night and feel my stomach Feel the stretched skin, the scarred skin My beautiful skin I stay up all night and count every beauty mark as if they were stars  
I never saw this as a problem I never thought it would be
It takes a lot of patience To be a girl like me. To work so hard for lots of things That my friends all get for free   It takes a lot of courage To be a girl like this
I grew up in a world, el mundo, le monde, of seven billion people.  Everyday this number grows and grows and trust me it shows and shows.  From the depleted renewable resources,
Your faces are altered Unreconizable from the truth I choose to live free From the filters used by youth And while I am no beauty by comparison I am real Unlike you  
This feeling that's inside of me, So deep. So dark. So hllow. Makes it hard for me to breathe, To hear. To see. To swallow.   This need for something I can't have. For joy. For hope. For love.
I brush my foundation on making sure I look flawless I choose my shade of blush to place across my cheek I meticulously fill in my eybrows I concentrate on the winged tip at the end of my eyes
Look at me! Look at me! That’s not who I am. I’m the quiet girl in the middle row. I’m the one always thinking— In colors, in emotions— Sometimes I put the hues of my thoughts into words.
A detective to my own life. Who is this person?
Beauty is in the detail  Not the retail More than a pretty face Why can't you tell?   The shallowness of your eyes sees my disguise The outer me So when our friendship is tested, 
A fleeting glance, One last chance To make it right, To forgive with all your might.   Inhale slowly, letting the light sink in. Living with all of the guilt and sin.  Feeling the darkness,
I really wish I could go back in time. That way I could fix everything,
Flawless is not a thing for humans. Flawless is a thing for gods. And that's okay. I am human and I am real. I am not flawless. I am not a god. But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't love me like you love your gods.
She is flawless.
Nothing left to do but try. Focusing, traveling through the thoughts in my mind, discarding some and grabbing at others. Looking past the pages into the desk, into the floor, into the darkness of the earth.
Being flawless is impossible
Listen. You are as beautiful as you say you are. so do me a favor and look in the mirror. and love yourself unconditionally.
I am beautiful, I am fine, I am kind. I am naturally blonde, Pansexual, a straight A college student, and genderqueer. I am beautiful, I am fine, I am kind.
Clear, reflecting and judging The glass yells thoughts to our mind Infactuated with perfection or doubt With the power of the mirror, its not hard to find Rugged skin, Smooth teeth The power never fails.
Life is a road.   My road can be winding and bumpy.
If I don't let it ring out, It'll be lost in the past now. See, to revise the script and revive it,  That's a shot in the dark real quick. Being the next in line is real slick Given that I'm the best now
one is one even when it's two, combining the mind to smile which is what counts. Happiness is within action, and it is earned. If you think it is easy then you will burn. Live and learn, with love and concern.
Not perfect. Not by any means. Just walking with a purpose to fulfill my dreams. I stride with these small steps. Pride in every breath. Standing tall at 5foot2. I dare you to ask the question... "who are you?"
I do not hate people I love everyone. I have unique tastes Tastes that make myself one of a kind. I don't care about how I look But I care about how I act. I act in such a way
I am the girl who won't strike up a conversation. The one who sits quietly in the classroom, wishing someone would be her friend. I am the girl who walks alone. The one no one bothers to say hello to.
My flaws make me flawless. My freckles, usually covered by makeup, are beautiful. My natural hair, a genetic mutation, is beautiful. My curves, or most would say extra weight, are beautiful.
I empathize greatly with the Lady of Chalot; "The curse has come upon me." But I will struggle,  brave little soul I am.  Just don't suppose you will enjoy it. 
I am a flawless, Ever changing, Work of art. I live my life differently Than others.  
Flawless Is that a thing? When I look down I see a disproportioned girl When I look in the mirror I see an unsatisfied girl When I look into my eyes, I see an empty, sad, and lonely girl.  
I wake up, I look in the mirror and I see this beautiful girl staring back at me. I look at my waist, my belly, my thighs, twice the size of my friends who brag about not eating at lunch
The desire for flawless beauty has taken over the world. Almost all that the media shows, perfect tall beauties with nary a flaw.
Every morning I wake up to this face The face  of my father The face of my mother It's my face, not that of another   I have my father's eyes I have my mothers cheeks I have the manly chin
The makeup I wear Hides the flaws on the outside. I figure the less I look like me, The less I have to hide.   So I add wings to my eyes, Like a bird in midflight And red to my lips,
A heart like mine
"Worthless: (adj) 1.
I have learned to love these curves As a rollercoaster to my body. The more curves, The more exciting, Because no one likes a ride, That only goes straight.   Glide your hands over the curves
i watch my "hands" (the blooms unfurling) 'never quite seemed mine... what God could sculpt this fertile land? Whose winds could fill this chest? grow from this skull the creeping vines
It's not in the way that her hair shines on a bright sunny day It's not in the way her body curves or even how much she weighs And it's not in the way she dresses herself Or even the the things she may say
  I'll choose the frizzy, curly hair over permantely straightening it any day. I don't wanna lose the beautiful hair I've been given.  The days when I wake up with bags under my eyes,
I am flawless. Not because I'm perfect; Quite the opposite, in fact.
The only flaw is that you are flawless.  You are flawless with the bruises and cuts that mar your skin.
the disease and the cure both out of reach maybe if i help her it will bring some relief  there's too many secrets i've to keep they tangle together while i sleep they cut me open 8 inches deep
                                                                                                                         My skin complexion you may hate  
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
Imperfect   Nursed by society to only think “thin”. Was taught by aging and time to despise my own skin In a society that makes me cringe, Where growing up nobody wins.
I used to wake up flawedand put my heart on a shelfthinking I had to make room"There's no room to love yourself."
I see your wisdom before I see your age I see your personality before I see the color of your skin I see your attitude before I see the religion you practice I see your ability before I see your gender
the history in my eyes, the tears left on my cheaks. they are full of the stories, I'd rather not repeat. not because i'm ashamed, or scared of what you might think. but because God has given me,
Flawless, A word most known by a simple song, made famous by a confident woman. But what makes me, a normal teenage girl, Flawless? Is it my golden brown hair? No. Is it my bright blue eyes? Not at all.
  Flawless is born in my thighs that stretch wide and thick 
To understand me you must start from the tips of my size 12 feet Stretch five feet and eight inches and the top of my head you’ll meet My scrawny legs to larger thighs The look too strange together to abide
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.
A Place of Admiration There is a place that is admired by many People go there for help, and they go there for fun It is a place of loyalty and determination
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  
I wake up in the morning and all I see is a normal girl. A girl who people don't understand. A girl who is "different". A girl who nobody knows.
There has never been a stronger force than my will Many have tried to break it with their endless skill But all have failed, my soul is too hard to kill With sheer will I have survived an endless night
It's going to be hard you know. I know. You'll probably pay student loans until you're fifty. I know. These classes you want to take are rigourous. I know. Housing isn't free you know. I know.
Here’s som
I forgive. I forgive you even when your the last person who deserves my forgiveness. Because that's what I do. My heart is bigger than a boulder. The weight.
I have great hair.  Think, wildly curly, just-right highlights, down-to-there hair Some people don't really get it, they ask "why not straighten it?" "why not thin it out?" They don't really get
Is it my Charcoal Skin tone? Or the Patois in my Lingo? Or the reflection in the mirror with a strong libido? That makes me not attracted to society’s evil? Or keeps me from fitting in with all these people?
We wear our personalities like filters trying them on for that new boy or the girl you just  have to be friends with one for home, one for school, one for work, one for family
Snapped through a phone camera with auto-flash on
The beginning of us
“You look so pretty!”  Her f
What about the boy at school Who alway sits alone Becaus people think he's too weird Yeah,
I am a Mormon
from my face i will wipe clear the new layer of eyeliner i have applied i will wash clean the dark maroon that coats my lips
I was born this way No doubt about that I will forever be this way And you can count on that I appreciate my curves and all my edges My pimples and blemishes too
I am black, but not a nigger I refuse to be that See I was born in love with skin With every hue and all cracks
I will no longer bow down to body shaming
It was once something beautiful. The body itself used to be treated as a temple. The outside of it had a dark chocolate, polished wood glow. The inside was dainty, an antique. It was priceless.
All that I can see Is that what god gave to me works perfectly
I hear the alarm I look up and it's 5:00 in the morning, I snooze, I need shower but what's the point, I am not trying to impress anyone, I can go without perfume No more flashy clothes, no more jewelry,
All my life I was told to cover Who I am How I speak, act, look I was told to cover my indviduality I was told to follow a set of rules Conform to the world's idea of me But I shine through
They say... A little less fat, a little more exercise A little less sweat, a little more deoderant. A little less mess, a little more hairbrush. A little less hair, a little more razor.
Who do you turn to when
The strength of trust, The power of hard work,  The nerve to never give up,   To view ones self as Flawless Requires a lot more than a catchy tune.  Requires more than a cheerful friend. 
She looks into the honest, fogged mirror And she sees a person she’s proud of She sees the deep lines stretched upon her forehead Symbolizing the wisdom of her old age She sees the dark circles hugging her eyes
Flawless andPerfectThat is what we all aim to be,To be considered unblemished by society,but I know for a fact thatthat will never be me.
Flawless you say? Yes thats me.From the time I wake up till my eyes put me to sleep.My name is flawless with a little extra gain.Give me a second and let me expain.
I am a member of a judgemental society who believes that beauty is the underlying cause to happiness but when a beautiful woman tries to further her happiness with education
T is what they call me Cheer is life 
1When I first saw Sleeping Beauty and I longed for you to be like herFlat, still, blond… Almost deadI was five years old and I wanted you to be dead-like2
It can be pushy. It tells me that I will never be good enough, It tells me to suck in, stand up straight, smile. It knows all your little flaws. It makes fun of you for you imperfections.
I don't wear a size two I don't have clear skin I don't have the longest hair It shouldn't matter, but to society it does   I want to shut out the voices of society 
“But still beautiful…”   Every day I wake up,Breathing life into my system.Inhaling the wonders a new day. A day that’s going to break me down,Tear me aroundAnd show me just how flawed I am.
People are fools. They do each other hurt, And like my father once said,  "If the world were covered with gold They'd kill each other over a handful of dirt." People are fools.  
They call me Simmie;
Hi,  I Slept Under A Bridge Last Night. No, I'm not homeless, I did it to see was my Family really Family If Friends were really Homey's  It was bait on the rod that I threw out
I am strong,Even if I do not belong.I am dedicated,Even if I am continually deprecated.I am loved,Even if hatred keeps me shoved.
It takes a lot of thought, to compete in this competitionpondering, pondering, pondering, if I should even submit my submissionbut I think I have what it takes, so please give it a good listen
I am Beauty, I am Grace. I am the Sunshine In this wonderful, beautiful place.   There is jelly in my thighs, And jiggle in my step.  My belly hangs low, And my plate is always full.
The bright lights shine and the euphony of the band begins.
Winter Slope. A frozen nose. Purple toes. Slik roads.  Wornout coats,   Frosted windows. Steeped on snow. A filled up car with no where to go.   A stop at a stoplight,
I give my all. I do not fall. When times require me to make a call, I am tough.   When you ask about why I am flawless, It is because i am dauntless. I do not fear trials. Fearless.
I do not believe in high heels  I cringe at dresses. But I do love when my eyeliner flicks perfectly on both eyes. Eyeshadow hurts my eyes and I am allergic to face makeups.
when I was little, not so cute, not so fun to play with, not so funny,
I may be athletic, I may be smart in school, i may be thankful for a great family, I may be perfect
Woke up like this? I didn’t wake up like this. Got my nails done, hair done, Just trying to get my job done.   I don’t need Gucci bags and Michael Kors watches. I don’t need Beats
To be who I am is no easy task
I will like meEven though for yearsBut for what felt more likeA millenniumI thought I was a mistake
When I fall, some might see a failed attempt, But that’s not what I think. I know how not to do it And so I try again And again and again And again Until I find the glitch, or get it right.
Numbers that hurt, numbers that judge Like digits on scale, marks on tape Sewn on a tag, printed on a sticker Numbers we hide, that we dare not share.   But numbers with pride, numbers we earn
I am from bright colored apron's from williams Sonoma and Andrew Zimmem.
Yesterday Mistakes and regrets Left scars upon my skin and my heart The past is unmistakably
“You walk funny.” These words have plagued my school experience. No one knows the reason behind this walk, They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
Who is worthy? Worthy of respect? Worthy of admiration? Worthy is the one, Who never gives up, The one who is devoted. No matter what life throws, I will stay,
I am perfect. I am flawless.
Here I am.  An open book.
There are things you can’t perfect in a person.
Lack of confidence that is your immortal enemy No one doubts yourself more than you Somehow you cannot outrun these thoughts They are just there Ready to kick you when you are down
When the 8 year old girl starts dressing herself as she has seen models on magazines, that's how you know what society has done wrong. When she looks up to others for fashion "inspiration" 
More than just a pretty little face  No desire to sit on front pages  Or strut across pageant stages  Her drive catwalks into the room first Confident she stands tall, no heels on 
All is calm and still like an untroubled pool of water.
When you see me you think you know me from what I present myself to be or what I think you would like to see  of me of who I "want to be"  with hashtags and filters and make ups and cover
My jeans are not size 0 I have train tracks across my teeth In front of audiences, my stomach becomes a loud dryer with sneakers in it I cry dramatically with tears drowning my face and soaking my shirt
Depression stunned me. Altered and changed, The Perception of my mind. 
Beauty A word that holds much meaning yet is all based on perspective. The view of this world can be seen in magazines - VS angels and the Kardashians. They’re worshipped and adored
I am five-foot-one and one hundred and eighty-nine pounds.
There she was, Standing from a distance, A light emitting from her soul, She seems small, But, indeed she is large, Inspiring as she is, A light she enjoys passing to others,
Sometimes I think about that long summer day with my golden skin and that natural hair I was too comfortable in and I thank myself for allowing me to be free even if it was just me and a mirror in an unconditioned room.
I have such a beautiful smile,
I didn't wake up like this. I was made like this.  Beyond my genetic print.  You know.. A divine blueprint of my spiritutal etiquette. The way I would describe I Is closed eyes but open mind. 
I am not the scared person That I used to be. I’m stronger than that. I always was. And the day I refused, To bow down to fear, Was the day I became myself. It was screaming like a monkey,
I see pictures from middle school,  pimples, plump cheeks, people staring at my quiet demeanor.  I was not happy with myself.  I would look in the mirror and wonder why I was the way I was.  Then one day, 
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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
She walks down the street, head down Feels as though she can't be in the crowd. From out of nowhere, he runs into her And she feels like the world just turned. Now its been a year, and she sits in his lap
the dawn of a day often brings light but the dawn of this day only brings insecurity  
Brittle and Bones but Dust upon you   Skinny feels Clones  and no one really knows   How Skinny really sounds  the crack and the rip of my Skinny girl moans    The E D is crowned,
People are a lot like snowflakes.
This is me and my hair, No, it doesn't have that white girl flow, But why should you care, It's healthy is all you need to know.   Yea, I know my head is nappy, No, stratch that, it has kinks,
Put on the mask.   The mask is worn to rid your fears. You are afraid Of harmful words in a slingshot. You are afraid Of hidden judgement ready to be uncovered. You are afriad
Flaws ​I wake up and look in the mirror.
Can you feel it? The embellishment of my essence. Do you understand what makes him valuable? It's his thoughts combined with his actions.
Who defines beauty? And where did they get their degree? Why is it that the "perfect body" evolves with each new, passing trend? Is it a deeply rooted, primal need to fit in? 
With a crooked nose I have strong bones With past woes I wake up with no groans
I wasn’t pretty on the outside (or the inside to be honest)I hid from the people that were only there to helpI cried and shied away from all the great things in lifeI stood in the shadows ‘cause the sun was too bright
My ace in the hole My face, my place-name My state, My nationality My race.   My ace in the hole, A person, a feeling A hidden scrap of meaning A way to show you all
Everyone has their flaws I have many of my own   Everyone has advantages that make them who they are   My eyes show my fear My smile shows i'm strong My dreams show i'm hopeful
My patience is flawless. I think firstMy logic secondMy reactions are methodicalAnger is quiet and checked inInside a mental hotel.
Determination Being 13 years old, Getting to step onto the court with the “big kids” A sense of pride spewing out of my parents,
She woke up like that, she’s flawless But I woke up disoriented, messy-haired, and a hot mess
I am flawless. I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless. My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless. From being in my presence.
My scars are my greatest beauty. They are my greatest flaws, But they are what make me flawless.   Each scar tells a success story, Something I’ve fought And overcome.   Club foot,
Step aside. Everyone look at me. I'm not concieted. I'm just flawless. You should all have the honor to see.   Look out. Here I come. Nothing you can do.
She was beauty her curves were delicious the way her clothes stuck to her skin whispering to them She walked with a dropped head she didn't know every step she took She left the room breathless
Uphill struggles, downhill slides. Rivers flooded with tears I've cried. Silent discussions, countless fears. Faced alone for years and years. Helping hand, from above.
I don't wear make-up. Yes, I'm a girl.  But I don't wear make-up. It's not that absurd.   The powder is itchy. Mascara's a pain. Eyeliner is nasty. Lipstick leaves a stain.  
Hold up, take a pic of this
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A flaw is a mistake That we cant seem to erase You call them accidents Ugly, mistakes, quirks, fouls on the play But to me they are stories told in a play My play
I may not be perfect. I may not be something people imagine anything of. 
I am flawless, for I wake each morning with an open mind. I am flawless, even when the mirror says otherwise. I am flawless; I always have the opportunity to learn something new. I am flawless; my words can move a crowd.
You ask me who I am, I am me. I am short, but I have high expectations. I am little, but I have high goals. I am the only one to listen to those who need to be heard.
A struggle Feeling fine and dandy for a while Suddenly comparing oneself to others And Slipping I should not fret It is my choice I love myself
I am the queen, I am the ruler. My body is my kingdom. It may be quite war torn,
I run this, yes G-town. No don't be scared cause you see this crown. I'm bossed up with confiedence. So intelligent, you look pass my radiance. I'm so knowlegeable, it'll make you feel dumb
To be Flawless, You must accept Yourself For who you are And how you look. Everyone is imperfect, Everyone is flawless. We are all amazing in our own way. Be yourself and you are flawless.
I am a woman and I will conquer
The movie star with the quirky nose The policeman with the gunshot wound The millionaire with the weakness for chocolate The teacher with the graying roots   The zoo keeper with the allergies
There's something you don't understand.  Maybe it's the different lives we live Maybe it was what I was wearing
I’m an old book
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If the artist cannot find her pen, What is she? Then? A girl? Or, simply a human without a purpose or so the world tells her.
2015 will be the year It will be the year I honor and respect my parents It will be the year I love It will be the year I am thankful It will be the year I think before being quick to speak
My flaws make me flawless My failures push me to suceed The struggles I endure The long nights I sat and watched my wrist bleed All my flaws pushed me to proceed On to something better
Life is a roller coaster As life goes up and down The one thats make it steady Is someting i can control School work
Life is a roller coaster As life goes up and down The one thats make it steady Is someting i can control School work
twirling, spinning
I as a person am not a conversion.
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.
The thing about flawless It doesn't exist everyone tries to hide their flaws its impossible many thought I was flawless but they didn't know the real me no one knows the mistakes I have made
Her eyes Grass and leaves and earth Lily pads and ice and sea   Her hair Light and sand and gold Sun and glimmer and fire   Her smile  Small and fragile and soft 
Hello again, my old friend. A hair out of place, a flaw to defend. Why do we do this? Why do we try? Oh, yes, that’s right. In this world of give and take, It’s do or die.
Follicles on my brown strands Never connected to the power source eyes and ears, see and hear I couldn't revive what I once knew in here.   New in here? No, I'm not new 
Lip-stick, high heels, hot curling iron ready to go, oh I wish that you would know,
No I am not perfect, and I mean that shit sincerely However my strengths be a lot greater than my fears be Young, stupid, insecure, immature I wanna be a man but my mental stature is too miniature
She
She dreams of the Heavens and the Stars. She wakes up with her mental scars.   She gets out of her empty bed She feels an ache in her head,   She closes her eyes
Beyond this skin is a soul. A soul that is more than generic terms like: pretty, cute, and sexy.  I have a soul that was made by the celestial gods.  They sang hymns and I came into being. 
My body is like the Grand Canyon
  Once upon a time, Alice looked through the looking glass. A casual glance,
Sure I have some extra fat that is not where my heart is at. Flawless beyond compare my love I'll spread everywhere. Ridicule I've endured, they think it's an illness that can be cured,
They say:
Doubts rip through my mind Leaving nothing but the Smoldering ruins of whom I once was in its wake. A shadow of who I was Begins to emerge from The ruins. Ash filled smoke 
I wake up and I know me
Don't you worry  you are flawless not a speck nor fleck caressing your bony cheeks the fissures of your parietal lobe quite exquisite in form the jawline structure superb in every way
I am made Entirely of flaws But make No Assumptions     I am still PERFECT   I am the goddess of my own domain With the ability to change the world
I'm flawless because I'm different, I don't follow. I'm not that girl that wears what everyone else is,
His absence in my life is making my heart ache, 
Most people would say that I woke up like this But what they don't know is what I had to dismiss From myself as I tried to build myself into one The work that I had to put in before I was done. 
I stare at my reflection
Surely there have been stranger things, Than to scale the stairs of high towers; To miss the chance of being kings, For a secluded tryst of few hours.   Undoubtedly there have been stranger things,
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings! I lord over the great power which create myself: of muscle, tendon, skin, bone
Flaws do not exist because I am strong. Legs, arms, but mostly mind. Acing tests or acing serves calls for vigor. Winning requires stregth, too.
Sick and broken is what they thought So far gone they thought I couldn’t be taught But here we are twelve years later Alexandra stands taller, smarter, and greater
I am just me the only me there should be I am more then pretty but not to vain
This poem that I have written was inspired by the song Flawless by the band MercyMe Misunderstood in a fragmented society... Flawless held within the heart is significantly a part of myself. 
Fear not the doubter, the dissenter, Let your creativity flow! Allow your muse to wonder, With an unobstructed show. Listen not to those who hinder, Everything that makes you grow.
My Path Society is dumb Got boys and girls feeling numb I just know I’m not one
I look in the mirror and what do I see?A girl that's too skinny looking at meSo I go and I eatAnd I gain a little weight
My eyes open the same way every day and they react to the light that filters through my curtains. My hair has a natural curl and it's shiny with vitamins and whatever else is in conditioner.
The light that shines From the inside out It's beautiful-I have no doubt I see your light It's not like mine It's brighter, stronger All the time Can you see my dulling glow?
I'm not some dumb young girl who'd turn against her best friend
I am flawless. My hands show wear and tear from the work I have done. I reach them out to everyone I know, I go everywhere they need me to go. I am respectful, as I do what they say.
*I might be freak, but I'm a Flawless Freak.
You are not perfect but you have amazing things about you
Don't hide beneath the make-up, embrace the beauty that is natural. The bumps arising that I pop, creating all these dark spots.
"You're too skinny." "Eat a burger!" "Don't you ever get hungry??" "...anorexic.." I'm sorry That I forgot to apologize To YOU For being born this way.
I am beautiful  I scream to the sky  I am beautiful  I scream, no deny.   Then the sky turns grey  Here they come I think  To decieve to lie  And to hurt me.   
Im thoughtful tonight again.  Idk if it is the seclusion or the wine. I just cant help but ask myself do I really want this. Do I really want anything. Maybe I want everything. But I am a machine. A product of my environment and experiences.
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.
Twelve years ago in May, My parents decided  in court one day, To break their bond of marriage   I was too young  to really understand. 
Some not all can see, But we all have flaws don't we? Flawless is not me.
I am wishy-washy. Not the wish-wash of a washing machine, but the wish-wash of water. Fluidity is a beautiful thing.   It is unreliable though, that fluidity, Too fluid.
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
Accepting. Powerful. Integrity. Looking in the mirror these are the words I see in me I See a Queen The warmth of her soul equally coheres to the fire in her eyes
Misconceptions of color began  with veins.   I heard they ran a shock of blue as cold  as my lips when they touched my last lover, but the anger I felt during the fallout of 
Taught how to grow and always do right Taught about the world and what we sought Kept close to home and kept safe Shown the wonder of each passing day   Waiting for my chance to be my own,
There is a small voice
I walk the halls among 3
a fierce dedication to the constant dream to obtain the little things by any means seperates me from everyone else in a way I try quite hard to uphold because average is a simple constant anyone could find themselves in but to push past mental bo
I am flawless because I have had people to help me rise above. I am flawfless because I push myself to become a better person. I am flawless because I have passion for life. I want other people to be as flawless as I am.
Complacency  will be the death of me, Admonished by life's many things. As I regain my fallen feet this fallen world has timed my beat- The bleeding of my heart.
I don’t bow down I stand up straight and proud Some say it’s an ego Some call me a diva Ring the alarm because I don’t care if what I will please ya I’m a girl on a mission Girl with a mind
Perfect and Normal, hand and hand, Neither exists at all. Try to gain one, try to gain both, Try and you will fall. How could there be a normal? No one is the same! How could someone be perfect?
Break out of the shackles of society, Go where no one has gone before, Go strong and be sure,
I used to see all my imperfections as hold ups, yet he has always seen me as flawless. The longer he loves me, the more I begin to view things as he. I am beginning to see myself as he sees me.
This mourning I realized I had bags below my eyes  so I peered in the mirror  hoping to see them clearer 
I'm bout that B, town coming coming down
    Middle school, 7th grade.  When you think you have everything in the bag, something changes. It gets taken away, out of know where. 
I woke up today To the sun rising high above When I think about the natural aspects of a flower or a dove It makes me think of why they are the way they are   The concept of being is hard to grasp
I am perfect because: I am creative, I am compassionate,
I break down And cry  But over time  I must wipe away the frown
       Assumptions are all I hear.  False facts are what I fear.
Risen have i from my mind maybe my sould  
I arise with the sun, and shake free my wild mane.
I was told to write about An aspect of myself that is worthy of Respect And admiration. But I say, Every part of me Is more than worthy. I may not always seem The kindest.
 Flawless but not perfect, thinking my skin isn't worth it, I have flaws like every other human being,  like i'm not even from this planet, to them i'm a creation never before seen,  But the pain gets deeper day by day, 
Ready Aim Shoot Take a glance The shot came out clean Open it up Fast editing No undo Years of practice All for this moment The perfect shot
Scrutiny. That's the world I would use to embody a mirror. Not vanity, or beauty, or even reflection. But scrutiny. 
ACEs Adverse Childhood Experiences Not one, not two, but experiences
"Just because I don’t wear the most lavish clothes does make me imperfect. Even though I don’t talk like you doesn’t mean I’m not worth it.
"True believers are a dime a dozen," the old crow used to say. "What's there to believe?" the young colt always asks. "God is the answer," the immovable turtle proclaims.
"Having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics;
What makes me flawless is the color of my skin They try to determine it by the texture of my hair And simply not by the person with in I am perfectly flawed into a flawless perfection  
In the fourteenth hour of this day, The dawn is still in hiding, Scared off by the soft white skies that spill in from my window, Painting my walls with a hush. My heart sleeps, And I nod the same tune.
My kind have been here longer than most. We are warriors, Nobility by deed. Worshipped for our beauty and strength,
You. Yeah you. Listen up closely. If you can dream. You can achieve. The only thing stopping you, is you. So lace up your shoes, look in the mirror, and go get it.
This is me. I'm weird, random, and Flawless!!! Though things weren't always like this my past is in the past and all that lies ahead is my future. A path less traveled on but its my path out of the dark.
Being Flawless makes you feel beautiful, your hair done make up done everything done the gloss on your lips, the black on your eyes, the colthes that i a wearing, i am flawless.
I wonder what they're all after. My closest goal to reach is hapiness or laughter. If you don't enjoy it, why do you do it? To pay for things that you do, and then when it breaks, you pay to glue it.
Life is reeling in an enormous fish. Out goes the line, reel it back, and out it goes again. Don't force it, give the line some play. The fish will be caught when it's ready, although it was never ready to begin with.
These scars tell tales Of memories and fails.
To be or not to be as Hamlet once said The words to live or die the words meant to survive I'm flawless by my skin tone and my plain old brown eyes By my thick brown curls to the way I talk 
Rape. It led to my silence. For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me. Fear. I was scared.
Flawless, how you wake up. Or Flawless, putting on your makeup. flawless, getting clothes for ten dollars or twenty. Still flawless getting Prada purses by the many. Flawless, depicted as how you are seen.
I'm so meta, even this acronym.
I know that I have it in me (I have it in me) I know that I have it in me (I have it in me) I have it in me - There's more than meets the eye I'm gonna spread my wings and fly  
"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
  I woke up from a dream A dream of fantasy In a world of endless possibilities In a world where I was who I wanted to be
It's not your looks, it's not your words. It's everything else, it's you. You complete me, when you're not here i'm so alone.  You're all i want, you're flawless.
I am beauty         Taking and making from what I can         And fast pacing, embracing, and front facing         Love, but don’t touch I am peace         Creation, devotion
I am who I am. I am hazel eyes with mixing colors and emotions. I am brown hair with natural blonde highlights. I am not small but fun-sized.  
You say my eyes reveal my soul To expose what lies within …but what shines through The careful mask I wear just for you?  
Me
 
Sleek, fine and thin Her curls are gone and all that matters now are drawn eyebrows and boys to wait on Help her. She thinks they won't tease 
I am not perfect, why should I try? I am not you, why should I be? I am not ugly, why should I lie? I am myself, entirely, flawlessly me.   Tears have etched paths through the make up covering my scars
I am stitched together A patchwork of Stunning freckles Flowing cowlicks Delicate chewed-up nails Soft, smooth birthmarks Beautiful scars Perfect imperfections
Some White, Cream, Tan, Buff. Pink, Red, Brown, Black. Chalky complexions, solid skins.   Some room in between for no invasion of space. Stacking and stacking— too much to even count.
I- I'LL A- ALWAYS M- MAYBE F- FEEL L- LIKE A- A
I am not a woman with a six inch thigh gap I am not seen as perfectly curvy and simultaneously perfectly lean My boobs don't outweigh my body My hair is not silky smooth
Earn your flaws young child
Untitled I kept running, Until I had to stop I curled up into a ball My arms hugging my knees tightly Before I knew it, it was raining buckets And my face was wet from sobbing
Everyday is trying to survive the Hunt What you get is what you may or may not  have earned But be cautious, use it wise, cause you'll never know when tables turned
As the sun rises the stars fade away When the beams of light slowly flow throw the curtains Reflecting it’s glamor onto my skin Making it shine brighter than never before Awakening with a smile
Things are never just Black & White. For me, things were more Black & Blue It wasn't a pretty sight.
I've lived long enough to know how it goes That lovable feeling, keeping me on my toes I've lived long enough to tell you how it ends The infamous "we can still be friends" But what I can't tell you is why
I choose to accept people for who they are, for I wish to be accepted for who I am.
With big eyes of brown  That could never tear anyone down‏
         "Flawless, flawless, flawless."    I keep on saying it, reminding myself. Hey, "fake it till' you make it."
Yes I woke up like this, Flawless. With my hair a mess. I don't care about what they say, I love my messy hair anyway.   Golden locks streaming down my back.
Our image is our pain, our weakness is our way, Insecurity makes us forget we ever felt anything different. We feel like the only way to love ourselves to impress the others.
What makes me flawless? ....... working hard towards my goals each day does not come easy, no way  I had to push myself even when I became discouraged I am woman hear me roar
Says the Sage to the Boy:"You're mortal, you'll die.Do not aim to live forever,but rather learn how to pryyourself free from thestone settings of the ringsof your fellow men.
Harsh words, harsh thoughts, hurting: -useless. Mirrors, magazines, television: -relentless Running, crying, fighting: -hopeless. Open arms, shelter, love: -forgiveness.
With respect and admiration there must be challenges and hardships Without it there will be nothing To earn respect, takes humility, hard work, and heart To be admirable, there must be positivity, energy, and strength
My name is Yamilette, that means beautiful by the way.
If I am free to be skinny, Free to be tan, Free to date As long as it's a man.   Why can't I be free to be fat? Free to be pale? Free to date the person That treats me well?  
Misery swells and breaks the glass Glass melted by misery holding me back But I am strong Stronger than misery Misery points at me behind the bars Bars of a cage that holds me back  But I am strong
Perfectly Flawed : That's how I believe I was created. You see I wasn't designed to be a "perfect 10" as my generation calls it,
She smiles carelessly with no regret
CLICK! Crack. The pain spreads like a slow-burning fire, As I walk down the cobblestone street. I got here! I got here! I made it after three.   Three surgeries, I really made it abroad;
Reflecting back at me  My crooked nose and too-thin wrists
The world says that beauty is the only thing that can be seen You need to have the makeup and "the look" to be crowned as a true beauty queen   Well I am  going to say this, and I won't regret it, I know exactly who I am
I am filled with mistakes, Because I am human, And that's what make us alive. But mistakes can be more than mistakes, And our minds can be the greatest weapon To attack our own self.   
No one is perfect in all that they do, But I have my own strengths, And you have yours too.  
Being flawless is seeing the beauty in your flaws Being flawless is accepting your flaws. Being flawless is knowing you're unique. Being flawless is  being you no matter what anyone says.
Unblemished Perfect  Unmarked
Who are you to tell me Who I can and cannot be What to wear, what to share Is only up to me.
I'm not one to boast, in fact I'm not all that great I've got flaws just like all people do
I remember the dread that surged through my soul.   The sight of the school building transformed into a prison   But I knew if I tried to escape I’d trip over my own fears.  
I embrace my butt  and curvy figure because that is what I do being yourself is beautiful  I am strong, independent and fierce I am a woman  
The most peaceful moment of my life happened as I was laying on the ground of my doctor's office unconscious from malnutrition, and I didn't realize that I'd passed out
As a rational being, the irrationality of imperfection blinds me to its inherent beauty.  
What would I call myself? Judgemental? Selfish? Cruel? I don't like to believe that, but unfortunately, I can be, and I have been. Kind. Loving. Caring.
I may not be a stick thin model, my thighs may not have a gap my face might not be acne free my stomach, certainly not flat   I could go on all day about my flaws and what I can do to improve
Do you know how hard it is to find a gem that is truly completely flawless? Why do
I was born Flawless Through the blood and veins of  my ancestors The chocolate glow of my skin The beauty of my heritage brought into this imperfect world yet delivered into this world by greatness
Dealing Small, fractured bones Dealing Life-changing codes Dealing Broken homes Dealing Depression grows   Overcoming Healing wounds Overcoming Death assumed
The ideal image of woman....... does it exist really? The world is constantly changing so therefore that image is changing with it.
I see them down the halls  Hear their hatred along the walls. Do they not care? Their words are something I cannot bare.  Why must they pick on me? All I want is to let be. 
I picked a flower and as the melody goes You love me not it landed on
Freak Loser Awkward Words will never break me Loving my Amazon structure Easier said than done Seen in magazines Seen on runways
My hair  is frizzy, messy, and unkempt; My face is rounder than I would like it But all of those things aside and  exempt   I am me, and that's what  makes me perfect  I am not "fabulous" I'm FABUMORE  
Pale skin, crooked teeth, acne, freckles.  
                                           A Woman's value 
I break open at the warmth of day, called out to play by a roaring sun. I find myself shining and shedding my skin, revealing a perfect being beneath.  
Being inside the mind of  A teen  That thinks himself Far behind flawless Is like being stuck in a cell With a few exits  But not wanting to leave... Until recently. My flaws are listed 
The reason I am flawless does not come from society Society everyday tells me I am less I am not smart enough I am not skinny enough I am not kind and I am not selfless
Kind heart wrapped in wire Guarding the what she holds most dear Rushed hands bleed from the futile wrenching The blood painting her heart red   Careful because she hid the gloves in her mind
I didn't wake up like this, It took some work, From tired cashier, to sad weary clerk,   I come from many places, High far and low, I've seen many faces, and continue to grow,  
I am that of a river I flow soft and I run free, Swayed by the tide of my destiny. The sun shines bright Almost running me dry But it is then that my beauty shines.
What do I see when I look in the mirror? Nothing but the image of a woman shall appear. I see strength, and I see strife. I see a being full of life. When I stare at my reflection it's clear how I feel.
What is perfect? Where is perfect? We are humans, we make mistakes, but it's up to us to become flawless.  
Dimples, Dimples everywhere not a birth feature but cellulite Three roles of fat when sitting I am fat so what? With fat comes personality I care I make people laugh I am easy going 
I share my story And I dream I am not what anyone expects of me   I am beautiful And strong I will always stand tall   You can say what you want, What you think
Who am I? I used to ask myself. The harsh words i used to tell myself left only an impression as I turned my back on yesterday. Today, as I look back at who I used to be, I Am Proud.
It wasn't cheap but it was priceless With a regaining form and a Star of David Because she became unashamed And she changed all the thoughts any man ever gave her.    
You bloods pulses in your veins just like it did in Thomas Jefferson’s.
Confidence is key but no one ever taught me how to achieve it. I learned it on my own by realizing other opinions won't make me any different. 
Flawless am I... Well, maybe so.  I am who I am, right?  Perfect? No, for I in the sight of greatness am yet flawed.  But seek out the truth yet I alone remain in the light of flawlessness.
Where’s the humility in writing about The perfection of a person without a little doubt That anyone is spotless or ideal honestly, Maybe one or two, and of course there’s me.  But Humility aside, I am pretty neat,
  Preferences
Sleeping Beauty
Everyone has flaws, Some are crippled and debilitated by them Others wear them as badges of honor and character
The emptiness consumes you It eats you from the inside out So slowly and carefully That you wont notice until it had become you The emptniess within becomes the emptiness surrounding And you cant escape...
Beauty lies within me, No filter aka "No Filly",
Silent hunter I am. I can bring smiles to Uncle Sam. Lurk in the sky like a hawk. With a face like Guy Fawk. When the morrow comes, get really to heard the marching drums. I am really for war.
For the first time I realize I don't need any of this I ignore the mounting pressure in my wrists I fight the anguish but not with my fists  I'm Standing Up I don't need any of this  
They call us all the selfie generation, encourage confidence just to shame it. They airbrush out flaws and blemishes and say we're all beautiful regardless.   They give us mixed signals about all this,
There are just so many different Me's in this cruel cold world, But one thing is for sure in that Kaleidoscopes of Me is that person is Flawless in her own way.
Beauty is only skin deep I once was told A beautiful face could carry a heart of cold  But what about the others who shine like gold ? Not defined as beautiful in the next teen magazine. 
We play games, awesome Sing songs, awesome
From the ringing alarm clock in the morning, to the frustrations of staying up to do homework.  It keeps me from thinking about the things I wish I could change about myself.
  I woke up flawless, as I do, each and every day face mask on, tea in hand, in bed with my hair astray  
Sitting behind you is a girl who creates  Not that you would notice her of course  After all she is always silent  Just sitting there carefully jotting down notes
Because I respect myself because I believe I'm beautiful because I pour my heart into my work because I give my all because I don't give up  I am flawless
I am no diamond, no gem, nor sane, nor a narcissist if such becomes my name... For my flawlessness is known by all it is the reason for your fall, where you lack I excel
For years I've stood in front of a mirror,
I`m logical Very knowledgeable, Can name all the states In alphabetical sequence.   Albert Einstein can learn from me, Charles Darwin can licks my boot for thinking I’m an ape
I awake in bed, The light shines in, I raise my head, I rub my chin,  I look in the mirror, I gasp at the sight I see, It is even clearer, How amazing it is to be me. We are who we are,
Flawless. A very powerful word. A word that can be a heavy weight to a self-conscience mind. A word usually associated with people other than oneself.
Pretty hair, perfect smile Shining eyes, thin waist Eyes on you all the time Let the boys chase Unrealistic expectations   A voice, a kind spirit A dreaming heart, a fearless soul
Please do not use my good looks As an excuse for your blatant impertinence Of course I look “pretty damn fine” But I did not get dressed with you in mind Your threatening footsteps, Lingering eyes,
Fat.  Stupid. Ugly. Fake.  These are the things girls call each other. We dig and pry at others with our words. We tare each other down, as if it will build us up.
I am not perfect but flawless, yes. I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress. I am a woman with muscle on her bones. I am the queen of many thrones. I smile and yet I hide my pain.
I am not very brave Infact i think i can be a milquetoast
Life tries to put me down  Bring me as far as below the ground It doesn't want to see me succeed It wants me to fail, never to excede   But time and again, when life brings me down
As I look in a mirror I only see me. I don't see a freckle or nose, or crooked teeth. I don't see sad eyes, or a frown, or rosy cheeks. I only see me. What more could I be? I am not perfect
The mask  by Deeja Austin   It's more than a filter
When I was young
My scars are deeper than canyons
I am me strong  resilient
Dear Dastardly Darlings,
Different Magazines Calling my name Telling me a claim to fame Telling me what I want to hear Telling me to have no fear Looking into a paper mirror I feel perfection is almost near
Hey there, beautiful girl,
You let the mirror control you every time you gaze at its reflection, 
When dancing, I'm perfect I don't care what you say My one night of respect I'm doing it my way   Dance without any thought No plans or needless faults
Why? Why is it that we don't know that we are beautiful? Why is it that there is always somebody that wants to put us down? Why is it that ugly is the definition of the outside, yet the opposite of the inside?
I am me,  No one else is me. I am unique, I am special, I am perfect as I am I read, I dance, and I sing off key I have cats and a dog and family, All special to me.
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.
Flaws do I have any? I have many. Honestly, I am mentioning none already.   What does it take to be flawless? Trying not to look so aweless. Do we have to break it in like what we do with our heels?
I am me The old T-shirts and faded blue jeans Pajama pants and slippers or Moccasins and a sloppy pony tail
Who am I? I am different. I will never follow anyone else. I am my own person with my own mind and my own beating heart. I am beautiful.
I am beautiful I am strong
Fields of Green Mine, in my mind I tend to them Labor of love and ambition No one sees my work No one cares All but me just seem to forever gaze on; simply stare Worried about tomorrow
Do you see this skin just sitting around my bones? I know you may not like it, but i have to call it home. It's all pale and freckled, except for these little red spots.
Not triumph, but failure; Not prosperity, but defeat;
      
Without a single doubt in my mind, I know I am flawless. My art is flawless, my song is flawless, my beauty is Flawless. Perfection is boring, Faults are unique and give definition to my name,
I'm the other type of Asian that everybody goes what the heck at "Why you not studying 24/7 with your textbook in your left hand?" "Why you got a mic instead of a pencil in your right hand?"
There may be bags under my eyes, but that's to be expected when you work nights. And my hair is never styled, who has the time? I tie it into a knot and dive into homework to be done, and work
I am flawedWhich is something I’ve known sinceThe day I was born
As Little girls we grow up looking up to our mothers As CHildern we look up to Tv Stars As TEEns we look up to Magazines As YOUNg adults we look up to super models  As WOMEN we look up to god...
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
My God is a protector, 
I see those girls staring at me Always judging, but I just hope and plea That they're not talking about my broken self-esteem For they don't know what I've seen   I'm just so hurt inside
i am not flawless   i give up too easily i never fill up sketchbooks i make my sister upset when i'm nervous, i cry when i'm sad, i shut people out when i'm scared, i don't talk
  Standing in front of the mirror staring at your face and body 
"I woke up like this" But flawless isn't the word I would use Flaws and all Makeup we abuse We choose to hide and mask the real us Behind the fake us With the fake us on the forefront
Turn off the cameras Turn out those lights There is no use hiding me tonight I don't need the makeup or fine,fixed hair I can love me when no one cares No, pefection doesn't exist
I put on my dress, do my hair, my makeup, boom i'm flawless. I'm thanked for an act of kindness, I feel flawless. I scored the winning goal in my soccer game, wow they think i'm flawless.
My failures do not define me My weaknesses do not define me Only I define me  My triumps do not define me My strengths do not define me Only I define me My vurnabilities do not define me
I am flawless I am a great leader. Even if I make the wrong decision for the group some times more often than not I make the right one. I am an amazing friend. I will always be at your side, though thick and thin.
Flawless? Whats that?
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" That's what my momma used to say But little does she know Everyone sees the same way Individuality is talked of with passion But when someone tries it on
Law Enforcement is something that people love, hate, Or could care less about. I see it as the thing that keeps the world standing. Struggles, obstacles, and discrimination are a few things to face
With all the years that have gone and all the friends that I've lost I've lived and learned to stand strong and move on.  Wtih all the tears that have shed and the backs double crossed
   It’s all done and said. That smile you once had was only a fake. I can't believe you fooled me once again. The trust we had made was only the beginning.
I wake up, self-conscious Forcing it out of my body Even though I'm not nauseous   Posted up, weak Only skin and bones Seeking acceptance On this road , I am alone  
I'm far from perfect, but I'm full of purpose I'm a real shy kid, who's always nervous
Yogas, jeans, leggings, could they be any tighter?
I am not Flawless I have scars and bad teeth I need glasses to see and I have stretch marks from growing
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,
A rosebush hiding its beauty in thorns
It's true, I wasn't always this way. I came into it all on my own.   I didnt need your help and I didn't need your approval. Sometimes I wonder what
Mirror, mirror On the wall.
Full of flaws, and that’s the truth Lucky to be made the way that I am
What makes me flawless? The fact that I am everything EXCEPT flawless; but have the confidence as if I am... What makes me flawless is the LOVE I have for my flaws. My flaws make me who I am... They define me  
I am   Inadequate Unworthy Ugly A sinner.  The world Corrupted with Anti-aging potions And never-ending notions, That life is about Money
You know what I hate? Cliches. You know what I hate more than Cliches? The fact that they are ALL true. Since we were young the idea that “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder” has been embedded into our tiny peanut heads.
Perfect, That I am, So perfect in fact, My name is Sam.   From my head to my toes, From the wrinkle in my nose, The perfect five foot height, The perfect far-sighted sight.  
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?  
I look up and I see the lights. Although I know its there i can't hear the shouts. At the moment i can't remember anything, But then that first note hits and my body begins to flow.
Take off the foundation Wipe off the mascara Who am I without all this cosmetic makeup? Beneath these blue eyes, Ane pink plump full lips Lies a girl who tries everything to hide her mistakes.
I don't have a flawless walk. I don't have a flawless personality. I don't have flawless beauty. I'm not a flawless worker. I try to keep my love flawless, Especially my love for animals and God,
Round glasses on my nose, Screws in my ears, Half the hair shaved off my head, and laughing so hard I go to tears.   I don't care about what others say I'm almost always in a good mood.
What do you see? I see the truth about myself. I am weird and mabye odd, but I am ME. I may cry, but ill hold my head high. I may get scared, but I will be strong for others, and myself.
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.
Feelings in this world Letting go of the tragedies A lot of people experience We all get swirled Lest we make our strategies
My eyes are blue, like the sky at night when the stars are out, illuminating the distance between Point A and Point B, but they never cease to shine,  even when the day replaces the night, 
I'm the type of person to critique all my flaws. You're the type of person to admire all of my flaws. I consider myself imperfect.  You consider me flawless.  Even though I see myself differently than you see me.
I woke up this morning Put my weaknesses aside I'm going to show you who's boss It's about time.   You can't stop me, I'm invincible My power runs through  Each day I get stroger
If I was Flawless I would be right But I don’t want to be right Having opinions and teaching others my way feels right If I can’t be like that then I would rather be wrong And that’s what makes me flawless
                     "...Denial?"I am flawless because I try,even though I fail miserably.
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If I could speak every language,
You push me down into dirt,You stay proud of what you blurt,Of all these words screamed out at me:
"Flawless"
Me flawless,  but still imperfect. Living in a tasteless society as
i am flawed i have F     ears of the color red of animals of my life being monitored of spiders of bees of ants of germs of failure of loss of death of gaining weight of being a burden of of of
This bag of bones never fits right This skin they're in too big, too tight And the slick acid of anxiety barks and bites And the shape of my face never quite nice But I love myself anyway
Me.
Long brown hair. Big brown eyes. Gap-toothed mouth. Breasts big size. Long nailed fingers. Cold back heart. Fat filled stomach. Such unique art. I am different.
It's simple- there's no one like me. It's not meant to sound self-centered. But, seriously, I am me. Every morning and every night, when I wake up and when I go to bed- I am me. 
The few achieve enormously, while the decrepit fools realize their assistance.   
Like the earth designed  I am intricate, complex, vast.   Like a mountain of ice I am unbreakable, bold, fearless.   Like a soft breeze I am warm, gentle, loving.  
Who am I? Am I unique? Indeed, I am, but why? There is so much to critique.   I do not have the grace of a dancer - no, not I I do not have the face of a doll - no, not I
People walk by on the streets,  Judging me, Picking me apart just by my looks.  It doesn't bother me. I welcome it.  I may not look like their definition of  pretty,
You banished me from my walls Replaced all my tapestries with portaits of you throughout my halls Like this place was some sort of shrine to accomodate you   But I am the prodigal son
 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
Gem
I am not a flower with rays and insects to make pink, velvety, elegant petals to bloom and swoon on someone's gate   I am no sweet who must be watched and created needing everything in nature
Dependable, Caring, Creative I am dependable. I am caring. I am creative. I am flawless.   Dependable When someone is in need of a ride; I've got a car
I am as unique as a snowflake, And my flaws are what make me one of a kind. If I stay true to myself I will not break,
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.
Flawless? yes me!
 I'm always the First to come and last to leave because I am a  Leader in a world of followers who live life on social media I'm
It spreads like a disease, but its lovely so warm, accepting, and comfy It fills a room like cookies in the oven It can even influence as many as a dozen So powerful it creates smiles and relationships 
Here's one for the lookers. Online, in plain sight. Favorites and retweets, So far you feel alright. Catching up, laughing up, That meme too funny, am I right? Then you scroll, and then you see.
Flawless: a word that, more or less, means "perfect"Can one be perfect?Humans cannot, and that is for certain to be true.
No glamour, no glitter I stand naked. 
Picture a young boy born from tragedy Poorly treated by many loved by few This took a toll on his self-esteem and Lead to a psychological crisis Once he bounced back he yearned to help others
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'm a leader not a follower. This means I can guide people in the right direction when their lost. I'm a leader not a follower. This mean I tread the path people want to walk. I'm a leader not a follower.
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.
I am a Finisher. Once I set my mind to finish something I will. Sure this is not a skill most people are born with. In fact i was not born with it either, but my mom tought it to me.
I am judgedCalled names and tossed to the curve
  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.
People replace the word beauty with flaw . How could they do such a thing?
At first I felt lost  As I sat and continuously watched  My mentally ill sister struggle with what is real and what is not Sure she was seen by multiple professionals But even they couldn't find 
I fall quickly
I huddle in a soft cuchy chair, Rocking back and forth, Waiting for the world to end. I shyly look up as my mother enters, Not knowing what to expect. What will she say; Will she care;
I may not be the perfect girl, but let me give "flawless" a whirl. I'm tall and awkward, I'm too loud to be heard. I know not everyone likes it, but I rarely care a bit. I'm #flawless because well,
I am perfect.   I have two pimples, A permanent bad hair day, Halfway decent grades.   I am horribly short-tempered, Quick to take offense,
There was once a little girl who pranced around with  30 page chapter book glued to her tiny pawsdreaming of the brawn knights and dainty princesses that resided between the pages  
He let it touch his lips When he breathed it in again.  I stood there watching. Every puff and every time he let it in, I watched.    He let it touch my lips 
Waken up by a new day with the light shining,
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
If flawless means making mistakes, then yes I am flawless. If flawless means crying when you are sad, then yes I am flawless. If flawless means sometimes choosing wrong, then yes I am flawless
My hair won’t fall right. My socks don’t match. This jacket’s too tight. These jeans need a patch.   My bag isn’t Michael Kors. My shirt’s not Ralph Lauren. I can’t afford designer stores.
Mirrors tell the truth. I am such a brute. With my morning hair and unchallenged scare, I think to myself, "Mirors tell the truth."   As my day goes on, I am proved so wrong.
It's an expectation that females are flawless.
Today I saw her smile break (over again - Hope cracked open and spilling out her eyes to drain away Like the colour in her face) And it hurt just as much as it did the first time
As I walk through this house This house of mirrors Some reflections are vague And some, are clearer   As I pass them by one by one The reflections vary The images are fun
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
My most redeeming attribute is that i do not distribute the pieces of myself esteem to anyone who I deem unworthy. By this I mean that I dont "bend over" just because a cool guy or girl came over and 
Her story started like everyone else She had two parents, two sisters And lived in a house She had friends, and family for miles and more Not knowing the rain was starting to pour  
i am a bird i fly towards the sky no boundaries to keep me contained they try to catch me pull me down with their words beat my wings but i will fly those things cannot hold me back
I always wanted to be that girl.  The girl with the pretty face and great clothes The slim waist and the nice nose Beauty SPEWING from her head to her toes.
My life can be Defined as A roller coaster, the rides I love So   Blessed To be born me,
I stare in the mirror, I don't like what I see.
I. Am. Flawless. Maybe not to you, or him or her  but to me. I. Am. Flawless. I dance my heart out,
I want to be somewhere where I can be beautiful to myself,
Who am I? I try not to Lie.
Flawlessness is an endless achievement, It means many things, Having the best outfit, looking the best at the gym, and getting the best grades, but what makes me flawless is that I am flawed, I do make mistakes,
What makes one flawless?   Is it the looks?   The long hair, coke bottle body advertised in the media?   I promise the definition cannot be found in the dictionary, nor encyclopedia.  
if gazes were lasers i'd be smoldering this is a sea of faces and people are floundering drowning desperate to save themselves to reach the surface and breathe in the sweet air of acknowledgement
Beauty is not something seen but something taught Many women do not know true beauty But I do Beauty is not something you wear Beauty is not something you can cake on Beauty is not measured
A call to action opens bright my eyes, And shacks in the knees. Both tans and pinks cover mine. A stretchy and kind smelling skin. What beast scratched at the earth and was born of clay feet?
Society may think, My skin is flawed, But it shows years of playing in the sun.   Society may think, My hair is flawed, But it shows years of being tossed back in laughter.  
Metal though hard, Breaks brittle with a strong blow.   Steel though fine, Snaps clean if left unfinished.   As but a rough chunk of iron, Cracked from a rough wall,
                           FREEDOM
underneath my spotted skin my skeleton knows nothing of my appearance knows nothing of what I think of it is only the support beams and foundation of the powerhouse that keeps me living in it  
Hearts that are golden are worth millions.
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.
Brown, round, full of love and happiness My eyes, my eyes They see so differently From you, from he, from she No one, no, no one can see What I see  
"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.
From the chipped nail polish on my toes, to the my beautifuly athletic legs.. From the darkness of my knees, to the curves that diseave... Skin tone oh so yummy, looks just like honey...
What makes me so flawless you ask? It's a simple answer, I'm not I have many flaws under this mask I wear But it fools you My shell keeps me safe, happy, comfortable
Her reflection blinks back With skin glowing under morning light Cheeks flushed as the heart As she notices the smooth facial structure So alike to others but different in aspect Perfection of the beholder
TREVOR FLAWLESS (greased and polished) When you're standing tall and proud,
The heart with the touch of Midous is mine The unbreakable will  The calculation of a great mathmatician 
When people used to go to the record shop Alternative once was College Rock Four people forever in a van Driven by their sweaty adoring fans   Independent from the corporations
Dance in the street, dance in the store. Continue to dance now and forever more. This is something that I do everyday Using the gift God gave me to bring joy Using it to brighten my day.
Light feet beat out the rhythm lodged within the recesses of her wild mind,bringing to lifethe sweet melodiesof Mother Earth.Soft lips sing the truth of the world
I changed my look I changed my style I change my hair for a little while, I changed my skirt I changed my dress I changed the ones I tried to impress,   I changed the shows I used to watch
I am not less for the mistakes I have made, but made greater by them. My failings don't me weigh down because I choose to stand on them and elevate myself.
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
My mother is a bird, Her voice is music, her eyes are bright,
There was that sting That deep sting that eats every piece of you The sting of low self esteem It was always eating An insatiable tapeworm It's a death while living   So I stood up
Body do you see this? Or even hear this? How they talk about you as if you are a piece of meat As if you are something that they can use As if you are something that can be replace  
She's flawless, about her everybody talks less I'm flawed less, but my modesty knows best  Acceptance of shortcomings and such, I Have room to build my trust, in 
Red like shiny rubies Squeezed into my favorite heels at the dance Painted blue like a clear sky In my favorite flip-flops at the beach Any color I want them to be Different shades of purples and greens
Her eyes sparkled like onyx But her head was bald She walked slow but steady Wasn't sure about life but she was ready And she  Was beautiful He lost half his face in the blast
18,  an adult, seeking independence, my voice to be heard, time spent shouting for reason, 
                 Shower me with lies               I, stronger then deception          
Flawless That’s me I respect myself and my morality My body isn’t perfect But my brains are worth it. I don’t let males disrespect me,
I worked and worked and worked and it seemed like no one noticed the effort only the imperfection and the short comings.    They say the industry is tough 
My low seemed skin shreds the weight of those who bring me down
You don't tell me what to do;
I didn't know what you meant when you said our love is flawless,  Did you mean that I was perfect?  Or that you were? 
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.
Today, I am I!  Oh! Wonderful me! I have a brain in my head toes on my feet fingers on hand and teeth that gleam   Hair that is healthy eyes that see ears that hear
I've always been tiny, a small little peach. I'm used to the bottom, the top I can't reach. Always looking up because there is nothing below. Praying and hoping, that one day I'd grow. 
I have broken my back more times than I can count, I am brittle, I crumble with the quake. My crooked spine hates me I hate me ‘Stop bending’                 ‘stop bending’
do not change for other people, for change should be voluntary. everything about you is (insert positive adjective here). you are flawless.  
When I looked into the mirror, I knew I saw what others saw. Blemishes across my chin, Crooked teeth, mousy hair and a sideways smile. I knew I wasn't beautiful or pretty or even just cute.
Life always felt like such a struggle, that I was doomed to lose. You see, I was that shy kid,that never really spoke out. Afraid of the words, that anyone could throw at me, Feeling undeserving and full of shame,
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,
When I look at myself all I see is flaws Everything about me seems so blah From the blemish on my chin To the scars on my skin The bags under my eyes And the size of my thigs
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
I am happy with who I am    I am active  Cheerleader Racing through the air Trying to touch the sky Flexible  I am a flyer   
Society's expectations like an avalanche Cascading down                               Destroying                 Crushing I bear it until I fear I will suffocate         And then I run.
When I was seven-years-old, I was called Snail. That is a nickname that has stuck to me as a female.   It is odd, but there is a reason for that informal title.
A universe so massive, an earth so large,
Hair so big and tightly coiled           that people don’t always know what to think of it.
  Mistakes They make you look bad. They make me cry. I never want to try. They make you sad.  Never make a mistake. They make me ache. Perfection Quality matters in what you do.
I am flawless. When I smile, I squint one eye. I get distracted by shiny things. I don't understand people. I usually only hear about half of what people say.
Growing up in a rural town, a child is planted in a foundation based on a few societal beliefs That God is the only un-defyable truth in life and societal obedience defines your worth
You don’t like my natural hair? I don’t care My naps suit me. You don’t like my worn out shoes? I don’t care
as she wakes up
Faith has kept me strong
I am a diamond I am hidden in the rough dirty but perfect  
Wake up, get dressed Look in the mirror Don't be stressed. Society is ugly But I am a beautiful mess.   My clothes are my mirror Reflecting my style. I have nothing to fear
The hardships were rough. Many days were tough. Tears fell this past year. For I lost two people who were very dear.
Hey.
Bullies and parents put me down
It has taken years to realize That I am more than a number on the scale That physical beauty is nothing compared to inner beauty That I am not perfect, because perfection is overrated I wish I had known sooner
Who am I?Who. Am. I. Three words that have the power to tell the story of a simple girlAn average girl with a more than average storyA fighter, an artist, a survivor
They say you must fit in double zero, But that doesn't define the person in the mirror. Tell me about your superhero, Now, tell me is it becoming clearer? It's not the brand of clothes, shoes or makeup,
Thick and Full Always there. They comfort me in times of despair. Smooth and Clean Beneath my fingers. They echo far back to my foremothers Strong and direct
13 160 At a time when all anyone wanted was to fit in, I could not hide in the crowd. If you cannot blend in, you must choose to shrink back or stand out.   18 120
In. Out. In. Out. One breath. Another one. That’s what I’m telling myself, As I’m bombarded with Outrageously unattainable Standards
I am woman, hear me roar, Breath fire, wipe minds, tear asunder This world that was built on innocent blood Of women, children, difference plundered. Where woman tread, no man should. 
"Turn that down! All they do is scream!" "They are expressing themselves. Is that what you mean?" "How can you concentrate anyways? It's way too loud!" "Well, guys, I have my own soundproof cloud."
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
Don't look at the magazines we've learned their words only tear down what we build up  though we try again and again we look in the mirror and see  a pair of imperfect eyes looking out
Fearful since I can remember
I am not without a flaw, To say otherwise would be a lie, That is the truth told raw. I would much rather die Than make an attempt to hide it I'm perfectly imperfect I will say so with grit
if i am to be
my legs are not ordinary legs but they function normally they can run they can kick they can stand   the only small discrepancy is this: mine possess hair
I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA THE COMMANDER OF MILLENNIUM FALCON  ALEXANDER THE GREAT INCARNATE I'M HUGE  BIGGER THAN HUGE I CAN CONTROL COUNTRIES AND SPREAD EMPIRES THE ENVY OF NAPOLEON AND HITLER
The kinks in my curls
Okay soNice to meet ya but I wouldn't wanna be yaBecause being myself only gives me a spellA kind of happiness one could never tell
"You're perfect" she says to the daughter dressed in bows. "I'm perfect" the dancing child crows. "You're beautiful" he says to his little girl. "I'm beautiful," she grins and gives him a twirl.
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, 
A small city with big dreams Nothing but opportunity
Yeah, it’s
When all else fails,
"Flawless: without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect." While I may not be the dictionary definition of flawless, I am perfect in my own way.
I follow none, and,  Like the sun,  I rise to the challenge of each new day. No reason to say
My name is Hope Ma
I am not the same anymore, My thoughts overwhelm me. I've made numerous mistakes, Oh, won't you help me see? I have done many things, That are frowned upon today. People do not understand,
The billows dashed against the sky,
I’m not the loudest person out there, nor am I the quietest of a pair. But I have something that seemingly blares. I swear. It is my smile and it looks quite pleasantly fair. Don’t be ashamed to share
Our youth seems to be caught up in a rapture, where Perfection is the bind Daring to Be Flawless. Outer beauty, wealth and name brand clothes
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. 
Today I looked at myself in the mirror Ever day it gets a bit clearer I am flawless My eyes are brown The best in town Nothing can compare I am flawless I was born with them
I'm candid as me, I may have red cheeks, buck teeth and my hair may not be neat, But I'm just the perfect me, So why bother be he or she? Can't you see I'm just like B, I won 10 out of 10 doing me,
Me
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.  
I am potential I am the remarkable wisdom yet to be tapped My knowledge created to be essential handcrafted but not fully unwrapped   I'm the everything that they crave 
I look in the miror and I see a beautiful girl I am the girl that many stirve to be You want to know why admire myself so much? There are many reasons why I do
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
Even if I am constantly critiqued I stand, happy with the head on my shoulders I don’t care how many magazines tell me I should look in the mirror and hate what I see Because at the end of the day,
I work at this I struggle with this Sometimes it's perfect Some days it's hopeless I am flawless I am not perfect I am beautiful But not divine My flaws and all Are what me flawless
As Isaac Asimov says, "Your assumptions are your windows on the world.
Little me, how could you not see?Perfection is a misperception.You devoid yourself of emotion,Strive for a life without devotionTo another human being, another person.Your GPA climbs higher
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,
When my voice alone proves me powerless,
It is not the way I look at you. It is not the make up applied to my face. Instead you float, Lingering, On a genetic glazed gaze. They all stop and stare At "flawless" eyes- Ocean eyes-
Smothered over your sheets naked and anxious,
I AM only in the beginning stages of a tainted substance they call life ,
I want to be swept off my feet and carried away,                                                                                                  To a place the darkness can't reach and where people want to stay.
I am [F]ar from perfect. In fact I'm more [L]ike a reject. I don't fit in with society's w[A]ys. [W]hy try so hard when you don't want to play?   I don't have a twitter and I don't take selfies.
    Oh no, dear. You are not perfect. Far from it, in fact. But you are treasured regardless. Oh, how you are loved.  
Not bound by Society  They're not my priority I may not be Flawless But with every critique I live life honest I'm just that Unique
I am flawless in the darkest of times
I stare at the mirror Watching anxiety pour My dignity crawls beneath me Heaving on all fours
I am flawless and that's okay. I am flawless and I don't need to be ashamed
I am a runner through and through I crave for success; a personal best I will not settle for less So I train long hours; it’s nothing new   People say runners are too thin, that we are bit crazy too
A chance at life Freedom of speech opportunity to be It doesnt matter who they want me to be
I am the late night talks with you,
What is flaw? Is it what makes you different from everybody else? Is it what you lack? Is it your potiential to go further than everybody else? What makes me flawless? What makes me flawless?
The mistakes will happen All you can do is learn from them Because you know what? We are only human.   You've got to live through the embarassing stories The humiliating moments The scary times
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
For all of the “What if’s” and trying times Look within yourself And know that no amount of caffeine or beauty products
Messed Up Weave, Food in my teeth I woke up like this Sweatpants and a tee Only person I got to impress is me Fabulous   I work hard for the future Future which is so bright
What You Want Me to Be   You. You want. You want me... NO!
You are beautiful and wonderfu
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The one whose eyes fall upon your body and meet your gaze,
Every night I will Rise into the dark lit sky like a flawless star   Flawless like rubies  Precious as the red bright sun For the world to see  
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.
He's a guy filled with aspiration and desire Yet he has deceit deception and lies He has dreams of his future and promises kept He has low confidence and has promises broken
Don't let your flaws define who you are, they are just imperfections waiting to bring you down.
I used to look int o this mirror and see things I didnt want to remember. I hated the small ears, black heads, and acne, but most of all I hated looking at that reflection of my daddy.
PRETTY   PLASTIC  
My face has never been crystal clear There have always been little dots along my cheeks and nose As a little girl they created in me fear Oh how I wish that little girl had felt free to expose  
Bitten nails cracked knuckles, scars that scream "no!" Grinding teeth unman'ged hair, hunched back that cries "go..."   Dry skin "shy" demeanor,
I am flawless, I am faultless. I am me, Who are you?
When I was eight, I ate fourteen times a day. Whatever I wanted, because I wanted it. Because food was my friend. When I turned thirteen,  food became to me,
To my fellow brothers and sisters, I bring to you today,
Eyes brown too average.
(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
Flawless, that's exactly right. I'm no size 0 and my clothes fit tight. But my body is beautiful and full. With my attitude, I could surely rule Everyone because my confidence is high.
As the sun brings life to nature, And the moon brings life to energy,
A girl hides in the back of the class all by herself Alone. Quiet. Silent. She keeps her head down and looks not around, Just stares at her desk, waiting for class to start. Oh when will it start?
  There was a time when I had lost all of my confidence.
Yes honey, I woke up like this Better yet, I was born like ths My confidence is hard to miss
Sometimes I forget. I forget what makes me myself. But when my siren calls for me I must obey. The scents waftng through the air. The sounds of mixers echoing thoughout the kitchen.
You Can​'t Break Me   I will Make Me Stronger Than I've Ever Been 
Lets talk about H.A.I.R and why it's so POPPIN
Behind all that editing lies a young and beautiful girl, full of beauty and imagination
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
My world broke me down. You're  Fat Ugly Stupid Bitch Slut Worthless A waste of space A waste of time Fucked Up Not worth it   NO!
Some may say the Boy Scouts are wimps, But I'm here tell you that it's no joke. Pay attention or you'll end up on your rumps. Eagles aren't something to be poked, Only 2% of Scouts get this honor.
Every day I wake up and stare at the mirror, Questioning whether what I saw was good enough - Good enough for whom? For me? For my family? For the world trying to tell me what to think?
So they say to be perfect Either that or it's not worth it You got an attitude, curb it All of that, ya I've heard it.   'Cause if you ask them why not They'll just stutter a lot
Sooner or later, your journey will begin Into the vast, unknown world we live in But will you be the hero of your story Will you fight on through the fits of madness The inevitable nights of sadness and confusion
I do not count the cracks that riddle my small hands. I am amazed by their ability to remain soft and pure. Made up expressions in the thick skin, muddy and brown.
I am perfect. Not because you or her or anybody else ever told me to be, I am absolute. Not because somebody changed me to be that way. I am stainless. Not because someone polished me.
Change yourself they say, Into their sick, unnatural image of beauty, To be worthy, Of the company of puppets, Held up with strings.
0:00  Big bows Long ponytails Short skirts All smiles   0:30 Five-Six-Seven-Eight Defy gravity; take the risk Throwing that top girl high up in the sky   1:15
Faith ties her to the ground, Laughter consumes her soul, Art isn't her forte but the World is her canvas, carefully Listening to her heart above all other voices
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Me.
I wake up in             the morning, I want to cry at the       image in the mirror, I don't like who is   staring back at me.
I am imperfect I am flawless the two thoughts fight constantly for my recognition. While imperctions exist, I am flawless.   I may be short I may need glasses
I bring my lunch to school, everyday. Us sacklunchers rarely have to stray into the Bedlam of The lunch line.   We cannot escape forever, though.
She puts on makeup before she goes to work. She is perfection. She goes into the office. She smiles, they smile back. She forgets about last night, about how angry he was.
my hair is messy flawless make up smeared flawless ripped clothes flawless yellow teeth  flawless cause being flawless doesnt mean you have to be perfect
"Flawless?" She asked. "What's that mean?" "To be without flaws." I stated. "No." She said, her tiny face scrunchimg up. "Impossible." "So what does it mean then?"
You are probably wondering what I look like without a filter I have Flaws Too many to count My forehead is too big My mouth too wide My skin too dark I have black heads
Yes, I am a flawless man, Just like any other, For flawless may be just a word, But its meaning is colossus.   Yes, I am a flawless man, But with flaws I have,
I am perfect beyond imperfection Nothing can comprehend this lesson That the rise and fall of every good king
Start the day working. Whether it is on a car Or on a drawing. I work untill it is done.
Curly cues can cause craziness and attitude always acts against anyone. Broken bones belittle my body surrounded by the scars that seal them shut. Dark eyes that desire a drink
Don’t tell me I can’t do something Because I’ll prove you wrong. Tell me I’m no musician You’ll get a symphony, not a song.   Don’t tell me I’m not fast enough,
Repeat this every day—  not because I told you to but because it is true. You are a force of nature You are not to be reckoned with. For you have limitless potential 
Skin torn, broken, battered. Cleaned and renewed. God stepped in. Made the pain and the marks, Just go away.
This skin has seen the light of the sun, Felt the sting of the wind, Been quenched by the water, And cradled by the Earth. It's been stretched and split, Scratched and burned but still,
I wake up in the morning, flawed, and wonder how anyone could love me I am nothing without him   I wake up in the morning next to him, flawed, and wonder how could he still love me I am useless to him  
By him alone I was forced to fly.Alone he scolds each time I fall,and I wonder how a head so bigcan hold a brain so small.
I am   Me myself and I No one else is me Confident my hard work will make history Its a mystery How big I could be But the potential Out ways the misery I am in control
Her name was Evangeline. She was the most beautiful daughter The sweetest and most generous partner A loving, supportive sister To a proud, but worried brother
Searching my mind for reasonsl
  I woke up like dis Dark circles, too tired
Flawless is no one when looking Through a large enough microscope.  One hair out of place is a Slap to the face of the viewer.  One chipped nail is a prized Artifact turned to dust by the
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.
As I stare at my reflections, I can't decide on which direction
As I stare into the mirror, I see my reflection, and I reflect on my life, How will I make it through? Then I think of how far I have come, And how close I am to my goals. Goals I have set for myself,
It was August, When someone told me That I was flawless, And I agreed. I'm a goddess, Who helps stretched the blue sea. The one that form the chorus. It was I, the master key.
Your flawless exterior, shines like a self-righteous diamond
To me, I am flawless; a one of a kind.
Stretch marks line my thighs. My biggest fear is having someone see them. My stomach is not as flat as I wish it were.
Myself is the best person I can be My face is mine forever Marble like eagles  I comfort the lost Filling urge for the helping hand My hand The past had scars and scratches Slowly
I am more than the peaks of my breast, Or the valley between my hips. Value me for my words of honey, as they are my best; Catch them as they fall from my lips.   My body may be flawed,
I am flawlessly flawed Distraught, yet I admit I accept it My life is my life Who am I to neglect it I am embellished Through the joy that I bring But because of the pain I've drifted
  A crystalline ice sculpture weeps as the stifling heat wave consumes its delicate corners. The jagged, cracked tips of the rock pierce through the belly of the waterfall.
I have scars I have demons I have flaws But these don't define me What I have conquered, That gave me these scars, What I have vanquished, That created those demons
Who am I? The one who hides her Face behind her hair
  “Sun Kisses”
What sets me apart, What makes me differ? I am a piece of art One I see staring at me in the mirror.   I see a gem as the canvas, The artist is unknown,
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
Me being happy does not mean I'm perfect, It simply means that I have decided to look past my Imperfec
I wear confidence like a fancy leather jacket crafted from Italy.
Growing Pains   I think we become a bit of everyone else before we truly become ourselves.   I always told my mom that I wanted to be this beautiful girl I saw on tv when I grow up.
As I turn the page on another Chapter of my life
"Speak softly, moon faced child, so that they do not hear you when you quiver. Let your inhibitions ride you like a dog,
What they say I do not believe. They say that it's my best aspect. I do not care for that characteristic They tell me I'm the best in that area. I know I'm not. They don't see the true Me.
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 am a Diamond, Not a pearl, sapphire or  crystal. I was created from tons of heat and pressure From this a beauty came about admiration by everyone I AM FLAWLESS.
It's not our fault if we feel this way,
Through my eyes: the sun shines with warmth like a fresh piece of baked bread, the truth is revealed as if they are but a looking glass, love, kindness, and happiness all reside somewhere behind.  
Whispers follow as I walk past and wax poetic about my flaws as if they find them perfect.   They are called flaws for a reason.   My hair is short and frizzy, loud like
The question is what makes you flawless? You may think it’s your hair, or your eyes, your shape, and your size. But in actuality, none of that matters. Only your aspirations and your actions,
There is an accordion in my chest and I'm not sure how to play it. Others have tried, Compressing the bellows; but they could never balance out the bass and the treble and it wheezed its song,
I am flawless. Maybe not your definition. But I am flawless. Keep that on repitition.
  What makes me Flawless? What makes me Perfect? Is it my solace;
I embraced myself when I couldn't stand I became my own friend and my own enemy I used my heart, my mind, and soul Death talked to me I shut him down I healed my wounds I only grew stronger
“You’re a nerd,” “You’re ugly,” there are so many things people say to knock us down. But don’t listen to it, it’s not true. That is not how we should be defined. All the comments and all the looks, they cause us to drown,
Small since before birth,
There are days where I start slow and finish fast There are days where I start fast and finish slow But regardless of how I finish, I am still standing Alive and Kicking, despite what life throws at me
The worth of my beauty is not defined by my wai
Two lives colide Into each other The secrets build The walls break Come on in To my arms I hide it So well from Everyone around I'm in the clouds You picked me
Some may say that it should inspire a change While to others that former speaker is deranged. From saying one's ears being are penetrated by knifes  - to making one's day - judgements are part of everyone's lives.
Flawless sin Covered in Dark Skin
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
No pimple or pill popping Yet so beautiul the world's stoping Overweight and in the hood Smiling as much a could, because I can. Comfort over style Voice ringing for miles Feeling the haze of
My fl
My flaws are obviouse, but I'm also flawless, I do what I can just to get by, but I'm left to ask why, Why do i have to be so strong even when I am weak? Why am I surrounded by sorrow and pain?
                 To one I am a gift but to the other I am a mistake.                                   
They think I’m, flawless. My grades are, flawless. My body is so fit I run with a tight clique. They think I’m, flawless. I’ve achieved all this.
IMPERFECT BEAUTY!
Watching Christmas movies in July. Singing off key to the radio. Expressing my feelings all the time. Crying just to cry. Loving  my dog like she is my baby. Lauging at the wrong moment.
Most of us defined by flaw use harmful words that make us fall   But have you ever stopped to think that instead of these flaws making us sink   They make you who
They told us that we were different And this difference justified who we were They were so right  
I woke up flawless, untouched, and unbothered Thanked God cuz he is awesome He woke me up todayyy He woke me up todayyy Looked in the mirror and said your beautiful, your beautiful
I am Flawless It feels like when I don't speek up I'm jawless I step up to the plate everywher I go; I'm fearless I would never hurt a living thing; I'm harmless I am my own man; I'm ownerless
Strange, different, unique Words people use to describe me But this is far from reality or at least so I believed Looking in this mirror and thinking of life I have begun to realize
I'm so lonely I'm more ignored than WIll Smith's second son I feel lonlier than a white crayon I am the first peice of bread that no one eats I am the terms of agreements that no one reads
  Listens to those whose words on deaf ears fall Extends a helping hand to those in need of grace
I feel like crap In the mirror you can see The deprivation of my oh so needed sleep With dark circles surrounding my eyes I feel like I could cry   Makeup can’t be seen in sight
My giant freckles are flawless. Now that I think about it, so are my huge feet. Hey, what's so bad about it? It makes me unique. Yeah I may be different, but that's part of the game.
I'm racing my ghosts. They drift silently
In today's society and social media, Beauty is changed in many ways. Social Media has changed our view of others.
    The cool grass under me, the soft songs that leaves of trees play as the wind travels through them
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
Flawless is my name I usually do not play a game I make stuff with my hand That is how I take my stand The world looks at me like I am wrong But infront of them I still stand strong
it escapes me
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’m a content creator, Not a content replicator, But when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to fit in. But when I grew up, It turned up, That people liked me more when I was different.
I am me and me is I. Both the same person but diffrent at the same time. I is out going and loves to talk. Me is shy and likes to be alone. Both so diffrent yet both are the same.
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones. Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas. Perfection is a sense of security that everyone craves. Perfection is based on the fear of being different.
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,
Yes, that’s me Look and you’ll see My hair that can’t decide which colour it wants to be. My eyes always looking for the next best thing to learn.
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. 
This is who I am this is who I be,  this me, I can make anything a delight,  You are the wrong from my right, nobody better lookin hard in my ck sweater.  this me. society didn't make me 
From a young age, the objective has been beautyA beautiful body, a flawless face was what I aspired toMy course with preset to a perfect appearance As I grew, I learned my role well
If she told you she was flawless, she would be lying through her slightly crooked teeth.
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
The screen fades to baby blue, My heart expands to a beach ball.  I did this. Me.
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,
My beauty is flawless  It doesn't cost more nor cost less My beauty doesn't come from the magazines of Ebony and Essence My beauty comes from how I grace others with my presence.  
Sitting before a mirror, I cannot believe my ears. Held with such esteem,  these poisonous creeds speed 
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 
I woke up like this, flawless, I woke up like this, beauty so rare. I woke up like this, girl with dreads, I woke up like this pretty dark skin. I woke up like this thick in the hips.
I woke up like this Flawless 
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 am flawless, No defects, no faults, I forgive and I forget,
I will speak out. I will be heard. You can't keep me down
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.
Flawless wierd word twisted meaning im flawless because of my flaws  the one every one notice
I have insecurities, I have scars, but everything I have is what makes me ME all these flawless things I have
What do you see when you look in the mirror? Yourself. You need to be Flawless, everyone knows it. You can be beautiful, Glitter with excellence. You can shine, But only if you want to.
Who am i? I am me, myself, and I l am not you, him, or her,
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 sowed you in the soul as seeds Of those that last as long to grow They were of those seeds
I am flawless yes
I can put together a game sprtie with no problems.  i can build large lego sets with over 2000 pieces in under 24 hours. i bed red in pokemon soul silver after only 4 other tries
I look at myself in the mirror, seeing my crystal clear face,i realize that my life has depended on my fate.
Right now I'm just trying to make it But they telling me I got to be patient The clock is ticking I don't got no time for waiting If I slow down it would be no room between me n Satan
i was
I'm a spiritual being having a human experience My ultimate goal is perseverance That's why I meditate and keep my mind on brilliant Now and days you got to be intelligent and militant
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
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.
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".
See, society has this pre-conceived ideaabout how a black personespecially a black girlshould act.  
Everyone has a voice,
A horrid Noon A bad day Get on to League To hurry up and play   Find a match Queue up as Aatrox Dominate the lane A perfect gank plox   Didn't die once
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
I was cut down long ago, but I still remain just the same as before. I wait and age, as the years hurry by. Whether summer heat or winter's snow, I remain just the same as before.  
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
When I wake out of bed, I see a young girl dressed in red. Her brown wavy hair in a bun, Atop her head. Olive skin, and big brown eyes Full of honor and pride.
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
Life is beautiful As are you Life is beautiful And I am too
F-is for the fire that burns in my soul L-is for the love of the game
  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
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.
I don't understand, this really confuses me. They say beauty is only on the inside? But is that really true ? Or FALSE ? Are we only beautiful on the inside because thats the only place we're seen equal?
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? 
Success does not come naturally
The girl across the wing,Behind a curtain so fair,Knows her true and flawless self,And has a secret to share.With a partition separating herself,From the critics beyond the stage,
You want me to tell you why I’m Flawless. Flawless, having no errors or mistakes;
The truth of beauty escapes the eye
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'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 
Never did expect, for it to give up but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream; wishing my pancreas would wake up with Me and realize I still needed it.   But it was never a dream, and
My name is joy and I am colored girl brown painted work of art with wide hips and thick lips a colored girl not just yellow blue green or red but all colors and shade swirled into one ebony colored piecea colored girl
Life can be as grimy as dirt
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
What is the true meaning of flawless A hope, an ideal, a dream that one may fit society's standards? Is it influence? A man, woman, or child that tries to make the world better,
I’ve never been popular. I’ve never been cool. I was just and still am the smart girl in school.   But that’s okay. It’s definitely fine with me. I’m always myself.
I am cosmic dust. I am a raging storm of gentle emotion. My spirit is a wind that blows unobstructively. I'm stronger than the words thrown into the voltage of my mind. My heart still beats. I am alive.
Eyes glued center stage, A voice once silent, roaring In fueled aggression. Peers Who never once thought About caring, suddenly Listening. Afraid? Shocked? Both? Maybe.
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 an amalgamation of errs no misdeed is abound without writ a lackluster love ascends to Hell above with desires not to bestow lest to those of Heaven below,  
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,
What makes me Flawless? Is it the clothes I wear, The shoes, my face, my hair, No, what first comes to mind when I think of myself being flawless is ME my personality, my mind, my story,
I’ve come a long way since cringing in the mirror and staying inside from fear of being seenI’ve come a long way from being mean to myself collecting dust on the shelf scared to speak because I thought everything I said was wrong
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
Reality is the harshest form of rejection. So Ill tell you while I have your attention.
My name is Isobel and I know its quite simple at best but I must confess it suites me well.
I try to walk away from who i really am I try to hide my true self I'm scared to show everyone who i really am I question  if i'll be excepted So i just stay to myself
Flawless, What does it really mean? Some perceive it as perfection, Or what they see on TV screens.
Flawless perfect in everyway. Everyone wants to become flawless.
I turn on the TV and what do I see? A plethora of anorexic women staring back at me, I feel like they want to tell me something so very frequent, It's the unspeakable, but very believable "Victoria's Secret"
The World's idenity of perfect is not who I am  the physical appearance of me betrays that beautiful expectation.  But my potential, tan face, and beyonce type figure can give inperfection a explanation. 
I'm perfectly and wonderfully made  
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.
Click.   Review.       Delete.           Repeat.  Nothing looks right. The pimple on my nose    and chin       are the first to say hello. 
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,
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.
In the day I shine.  
Wild Nappy Untamed and uncombed "A bird's nest" "A hot mess" "Mutt hair" Is what it's been called. The curls of a biracial child Is a snowflake in the winter
   From the Clothes that I were To the style of my hair There a smile on my face  That has no disgrace True me  What I always want to be  From the sweet sound of my voice 
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
Flawless: without any mistake, blemish, shortcoming, or imperfection    They say nobody's perfect, but are they imperfections if I'm in love with them? 
The trick to being flawless Is that you must be lawless Obey noone's expectations don't use their fixations Don't look and find what they see Understand you'll always be dreamy 
Flawless is a girl Flawless is a helpful girl who can’t seem to help herself
No you can’t do it, you’re not good enough You’ve got dreams? Well tough Everyone dreams but few make it Let’s be realistic you won’t change shit! You’re disappointed? Guess what that’s life.
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
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.   
In a great, small depth of the world
flawlessly gets dressed and see the fat rolls as I pull my pants up. Stretch marks cover my stomach as I slide my shirt on. The perfect imperfections that cover my face with no make up on.
You
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!
I am flawless bacause I know my flaws at times I fall,  but never shatter. that's really all that matters. a paw with a flaw is still a paw. that's the best of them all.
Water the greatest transformer, blending and conforming with every shape and form. And so I have adopted its natural physique. To become one with everything I choose to be.
I am the girl that you see in photos without any makeup,
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,
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.
So many expectations To be perfect Be flawless Inconceivable Meaning unimaginable In any shape or form Overused, perhaps As a hyperbole As Inigo pointed out.  
  What makes me flawless?
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.
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
Don’t forget the way I smile Don’t regret the way I feel Because to every smile There was a reason To every frown There was a lesson To every spark There was a joy To every beautiful moment
Blonde hair and blue eyes, That's what makes me, ME;
"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful' . I'd repeat it. Look in the mirror and say " I love you". I'd try , but nothing would  come out . I'd go mute. I spent most of my life trying to hide myself.
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.  
My hair is pristine. My body is beautiful. Nothing can change that.
I can accept my mistakes Just as easily as I bake cakes. I can always move forward with my life, Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.   To bond with creatures Is not only in my nature,
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.
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.
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
I need to be flawless, For if I am not, I no longer wish to be here, If I allowed myself to become, You, Then I am no longer flawless, But I am, I am Me, Me, is a special word,
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
"Up from the ashes"
Me
Bitch, I am flawless but didn't wake up like this I was born this way
Her wide curves, brown eyes, and
My 6'1" figure has enough curve for me, my booty has gotten very toned and muscular since I started physical therapy for my ACL, my boobs are a good si
Hairy Armpits “Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.” Don’t you see I really don’t care?   “Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!” They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
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
My breath is not my own, borrowed from the mouths of my loved
Happiness, spelled wrong purposely in the title for a reason.
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.
My theatre room used to be the dance room.
Who am? Who am I without all the makeup?
I am who I am and not who anyone wants me to be. God has thought me up to a young woman and not just a lady. The way I look from my head to my feet, or as I snap my fingers to a beat, but sometimes I am off key. How Flawless am I?
"Google define 'Flawless' " "without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect."
  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 
Flawless;That's a word i would use to describe you and me;
i am noti am mei am crooked-facedi have ancei am filled with pride you compliment meyou are kindbut i am mei am flawedbut i am me
Best. Worst. First. Last.    
It's not the way I walk nor is it the way I talk
I remember, six in the morning My alarm clock was a warning, A warning of what was to come, A bunch of kids poking fun, At my shoes, my face, my hair bun, In middle school I was shunned,
                                                                What is flawless?It means there is no
I woke up like this  but still it took some work 
I woke up like this  but still it took some work 
I saw it but I held my breath 
i wear a smile on my face, flowers in my hair and my heart on my sleeve   i give myself to tomorrow to the ancient gods and to my daily commute   i once asked my manager
I would never claim to be without flaws. Perfecion is but an idealistic concept, it does not exist. So to say one is without flaws is ignorant. For one to claim themsef as flawless is a flaw in and of itself.
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?
Lips are stained Her pearls lay Beauty is transformed into something much more Age and beauty You thought did not mix But believe me it combines into someone almost breathless
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
I'm Flawless I embrace my weaknesses to make them stronger I embrace my strengths 
As I was the rain, he was the rainbow Sweet as cherry pie. And as beautiful as the night sky.
Being Flawless is Being Free Standing on your own when feeling weak Stepping out with a smile on your face And moving with ease, chill and grace It's being so good, you've gotta be bad
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.
what makes me flawless  are in fact my flaws.   i accept who i am, flaws and all because if i can't accept my flaws,   i can't accept myself.   flaws are beautiful 
NIght comes and goes im in a deep sleep dreaming about what happenes next  i wake up tired and my long day startes i have to use public transportation to get to my destination 
I feel flawless when I'm looked at by a guy, I feel beautiful, pretty, non insecure.   I feel impowered. Flawless
My heart made of gold holds intentions so true Reveal to me your demons held inside of you Open up and let your guard down a little bit too Releasing your pain is just what I'll do
Hop out of bed 5:30 early morning, Look in the mirror and without any warning, without the makeup, nothing on, I see my perspective morphing. I see my eyes without the eyeliner,
inside of me there are bubbles i am no trouble i am myself im a little elf i have a huge heart i will not restart but for better would it be too late? never.
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
  are you really flawless pretty girl? with the taste of shame and pretend down you throat was it the jewerly he promised you ? love? or that pretty coat? think you need a man to see the gold within yourself.
Flawless in my definition of normality Being normal just doesn’t fit the description of me  See in my opinion, being flawless is being in denial I like to think flaws give you a since of style
I'm a damn good person with a damn good soul. I'm a damn good athlete and a damn good listener. Nobody can tell me that I'm not flawless because I'm as flawless as they get. My eyes are beautiful and my ass is pretty slammin'.
"Who said you're good enough to do THAT?" Me, myself, and i. Bitch....please- ain't no one ask for your opinion.  The only opinion of myself that matters is mine. Me, myself, and i.
   i am Foreging my way through college    no a penny in my pocket    no where to turn    daily i Look in the mirror and i see me    staring back     at me    i
Turn the M in ME upside down for a while, do the same thing to your frown( a smile). That new word becomes WE, walk in each others shoes just for a while.
Perfect, flawless, ethereal. These words, when assigned to one human being, banish the rest to a mediocre Tartarus,
What is it that makes me FLAWLESS? Is it the color of my skin? Is it the way  that I talk? Is it the way that I walk? What is it that makes me FLAWLESS? Is it how others see me? Is it how I see me? WHAT IS IT? Flawless is when you believe it...
Who am I? Who do I want to be? I ask myself this question daily. Where do I want to go in life? What do I want to do when I get there?
Shaken   Adopted   Abandoned   Abused   Moving   Friendships   Endings   Death
I am flawless, from my head to my feet the rhythm of my soul giving way to my own beat the way I sway my hips and flip my hair hurtful words fly above my head because I really don't care What they say
I strut through the crowd with a cocky grin plastured on my face. I have two alluring models under my arms. All eyes are on us, on me. The whispers make my smile enlarge immensely.
I'm flawless  My dark brown hair, light skin, Hispanic background, average height, dark brown eyes, and lightish brown freckles Everything about me is wonderful  I have the most wonderful parents and sisters
something as little as a comment can stick in your mind they say it was just a joke, it'll be just fine but what they don't know is that wasn't kind neither the times  that it has been maybe about nine it can make
I am the only me that will ever exist. I will always know that. A combination of two different people, A compilation of my upbringing, education, and experiences,
This is a story of a guy and a girl That has what it takes to take over the world She’s his best friend and nobody would deny
Forever Look And Welcome Lifelong Encounterments of Strong Sophistication   FLAWLESS   All of us are flawless But all of us don't think that we are
When they tell you that you're stupid (Shoulders back chin up knees locked arms crossed)   Then they tell you that you're ugly (Sweaty palms but  hey they can't see them
We focus on the wrong things, Things that make you feel like
1. Love yourself. Tell yourself that you are a star and nothing and no one can take that from you. Tell yourself that you are incredible and every step you took to get where you are now was necessary.
No, my flawlessness doesn't just represent my beaut
I know how it feels To be broke and sad To have nothing at all Nothing to be had   I know how it feels To have to fight For all I need With all my might  
My hair, My hair It can be a burden to bear   When I get it cut short That hairstyle, I'm forced to abort   When I let it grow long The hairstyle, it goes all wrong  
To be flawless There is no thing But a bunch of comments That degrade one's self esteem   To be flawless Should be personal deception In the eye of the beholder
The sun beats downCars go past and with them, timeIt's growing late and business is as it has beenOne or two customers, looking for fresh fruitCooking an important mealCooking for themselves
 I AM HERE ! I AM ALIVE ! LOOK AT ME MAMA!
I was born to have the most rosy cheeks. Who am I kidding The most tomato look alike cheeks They are big and round And bright red when faced with a big audience. But you see I was born that way
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.
Just look at the word, flaw-lessness. Yes, that's the word flaw in it. Being flawless is not flawless. Because no one is truly flawless. But what makes me flawless, is that I have flaws.
What does it mean to be a human being? Magazines and the media scream, "YOU CAN BE FLAWLESS TOO! (like our airbrushed models who have their own makeup guru) AND DON'T FORGET TO TAKE OUR QUIZ
I am flawed but that makes me flawless.I am brash and impatient, but I am kind and caring.I am flawed but that makes me flawless.I am not a forgive and forget kind of person.
The most flawless among us are not perfect. In fact, to be flawless, we need faults. How can one be perfect with flaws? Our flaws are the only way to be flawless.
I'm not perfect, But I work it. I'm not ideal, But I do feel.
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
In the rolling hills of Scotland As my momma told it to me A brave bough rest far atop My twining family tree
My brown skin flawless My face flawless My crooked smile flawless My style flawless Natural hair Petite 5'4 Maybe I woke up like this, maybe I didn't I'm FLAWLESS
The warrior was born a leader She was raised to fight for what is good and pure She brought herself  up throught the times of despair She kept herself standing when others wanted her to fail The defeatless
I stand tall and strong, powerful and persistent. My power does not stem from my body or even my mind, though they can perform amazing deeds, but rather because of my refusal to compromise when compromise is not right. 
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
I don't want to be a muse any more.I have too much paint in my soul for your tributes,too much blood in my veinsfor the task of inspiring their pulse.This is my world to capture, in violent reds
On this world of 7 billion Me? I'm 1 in a trillion Unlike some of you out there, I voice my opinion and do not care If you think I'm right or wrong That's the secret to staying strong. 
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
I live with two crooked smiles My lips carve dimples into blushing cheeks
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
Im weird Yeah I said it. Im wierd
  You were a seed, full and prosperous
Flawless - My skin constantly has some sort of acne but in my mind, despite the red little bumps, my skin is flawless
I see her sitting still. Alone. Her scuffed shoes weighing heavy on her heart. No one speaks and she is trapped, Solitude her sole companion. They dance by, laughing, talking,
Flaws to m
Me
I was taught That no matter what happens I would never be "flawless". I was TAUGHT  That who I am Makes me flawed. I WAS TAUGHT That being exactly who I am Was unacceptable.
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
Covered in scars Like cesorship marks Across an image no one wants to see; Everyone pretends they don't know what's behind them Although they recognize That it's a part of me.  
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.
    In my eyes, In my laugh Yes, all beautiful But beyond that In my mind  And the way I care  In my stamina To do exactly what I dare...  
Who Am I I am a person I am a friend I am a daughter Who Am I I am strong
I've never ffelt it, But I know it's there, Sturdier than steal, Yet intangible like air.   It will bend and twist, But never shatter or break, Put through trials and stress,
I am a woman, not by the curve of my back or the slim in my waist,  or the perkiness of my breast or the features of my face. I am a woman of intelligence, a woman who shows concern to achieve greatness,
What do others see When they look at me? Is it my love for photography? No.  Is it my caring personality?  No.  Is it that I am an honest person? No. 
I am not just a man or woman, I am not just a boy or girl. I love with all I am within, I am but a pearl.   I am a person in this life, I am just like you. I have dealt with many a strife,
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
There is no such thing as "Flawless" Because we are all tarnished with blemish
Ambush from left to right. There was never a time where I lost a fight. This struggle will surely cripple me. But I will remain standing and free from flee. I may have nothing but I must disgress.
My incapacity to despise my flawsis what makes me flawless.
Define perfection 
Legs like towering columns 
How does it happen? That moment when you first realize a flaw?                          I thought: So many people hate themselves.  
I feel flawless when I can be me No one but me. I feel flawless when I can walk out the house with no makeup on
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.
I woke up like .. What? monday morning hair in naps  feeling like all kinds of crap New zit moved in everyone starring at me like theyre reading all about it I woke up so fat today
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,
Satisfaction held no statue, peace in content ,  as my lips dispised gratitude. Walk of terror swaying with the curve in my curls in depth with my lens defying the width of my eyes which potruded attitude.
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.
Do you think that I have something that will delight your inner soul? That I could change the worse part of your life by destroying mine?
Gap
 I was once an ugly black girl with a big gap
Send the hellhounds to collect my soul Let me look upon the face of the one called "Death" Ah, yes I greet you with open arms
 
"i wouldnt change nothing about me". Maybe just my hair, and the clothes I wear This the reall me, I am an original copy The flawless look is my true personality I am dope af, I am like No other
They were wrong about the caramel color of my skin, About the way I could erase my stutter with the stroke of my pen. They were wrong about the dingy clothes I wore,
From the first breath of a newborn girl to her first steps first laugh first smile first heartbreak Her self image waivers wobbles rises falls The mirror shows
I am flawless Not because of my hair or skin Or because of my eyes or my lips Or even because I’m pretty or I’m thin   Truth be told I am not flawless My skin doesn’t glow
Thanksgiving feast Family gathered around the table Smiles, laughter, love, joy But what I saw... Calories. Fat. Guilt. Humiliation.
Thanksgiving feast Family gathered around the table Smiles, laughter, love, joy But what I saw... Calories. Fat. Guilt. Humiliation.   Birthday party Children running and playing
Flaws; They consist of the scars on my body, The craters in my soul, The rudimentary words that fall out of my mouth like; "Shit"
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?
Through the blinding light I make my own radiance Over the noisy confusion I create my own music In the middle of the faceless crowd I am unique  I am proud
Everything is created In a Bang We bang to create life The Universe bangs to create Life We bang ingredients to build a cake We bang our heads to make a mistake. Everything is just a bang.
On Always on In our hands we look Lighting up our face Words flash color bash technology hold us And we can let go
He Stood Tall Forever growing Tall as a mountain Larger than a Building He's an Idea that is always growing
One day I hide away Only to stay Somewhere grey So day  I may stry But today is not that day
Trying to stand my ground but you're pulling me down thought I could trust you and you let me fall  feeling like I am lost, I couldn't help but care    for the wrong person,
It’s the words on a screen that mean girls and boys write. It’s the tension between skin tones, black and white. It’s the discrimination self-identifying genders ensures. It’s the demonization of police officers.
I See,but the heart can see what the mind may
Being ***FLAWLESS comes from many a place. Let me share with you, it is not just a perfect face:   It comes from your style, your smile, your curves, your curls. It comes from your flat butt,
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
Perfect in the eyes of others; Flawed in the eyes of the mirror. I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
Flawless. Perfect, Persistent, perpetually Precise; I pay attention to detail more than it'll suffice.   Flawless. Unique, United, uniformly Univocal;
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
Whether I'm dancing in the hallway, Or singing as loud as I can, Or trying to spell Zimbabwe, And wearing my hat that has Batman,   I am normally found smiling, Or fangirling about Lord Of The Rings,
There are times when I feel ugly, not good enough, angry, upset, hateful, but these times are punctuated with exclamation points of happiness, enthusiasm, feeling better, good enough,
Respect my voice for it is stronger and power. I am bold and brave becasue I wouldn't have it any other way. 
Walking down the halls I see it everywhere In some way shape or form bullying is going on. This needs to stop.  I am but one person but my voice is heard by thousands.
They lifted my spirits up. Then they broke me down. Day by day I felt sorrow in my soul. A great big black deavouring hole. It took my lover, it took me too, and with it, it took everything that I had ever knew.
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
 The only way I can relieve all this missery all this pain is to scream,
For starters I'm more confident than anyone I know Litteraly, nobody can match me when i put on a show
It's weird to brag on myself I'll have to admit But I think I can find some things That I'm good at My secret forte   I'm really good at remembering people's names
What is a pretty smile without meaning? What is the purpose of all the preening?
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.
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
Flawless, I am exactly 5'35'', I have to tiptoe to reach the cabinet. Strangely heels are not my best friend, I prefer the flateness and security of the ground. looking younger than my little sister,
I remember the dark road The road I left behind I remember the knife in my hand and  the thought in my mind. For so long I sat My dreams were all blind But I would no longer wait
A man was stabbed by his ex with a weapon Now there's mass hysteria in the area I'm not hysterical from my perception Revenge is just a work of art Or maybe it's a work of aggression
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
Hands hovering over the keys, Eyes trained on the Drum Major.  After centuries of practicing I am ready. 
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.
A broken clock makes no sounds, A beautiful silence without disruption, A pale white specter drifts over the grounds, A dark reminder of mans corruption, A spectral hand to hold the mirror,
My thighs stretch out across the seat when I sit.
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.
I come from rice and beans The food of my people
I was raised like a princess and trained to be a queen. I have to be royally graceful and maybe a little mean.   I was told that's the only way I would ever gain respect.
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
My back is freckled, like my fourth grade classmate.  I thought he was cute.    And I have blonde hair that hangs in my face nonstop.  Well, I'm consistant.    My best feature is 
  Flawless  
Growing up things weren't "easy" Yes,I always came home to a meal and a bed And for that I'm so thankful But I had my demons that should around mirrors And peers that pointed out every imperfection
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.
I am strong, No matter how many times you tell me I'm weak. 
I am flawless. from day one, I was flawless. I grew up as a perfect, flawless child. I am not flawless physically, that's impossible. I'm flawless because I'm the daughter of the One True King!
I was once weak WOKE up daily, hating myself UP until I had enough
what makes me flawless?
I am over-weight and thats bad, right?
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 used to think that because my legs weren’t Twig thin That I was ugly That no boy would ever find me Beautiful enough to touch That no girl would ever think I was prettier than she was
In the back of my friend's truck I sit, With one hand on the black, Noiseless amplifier. The windows are up. Outside, the weather Is cold and biting,
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.  
Upon a cloud with nothing loud
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
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
A little girl walks on the road She runs and plays and sweats She is happy A little girl is told to get on the sidewalk She shuffles and stops playing and wipes her face clean She is not happy
Yeah, I remember the day we met. I remember the introduction that took place. As I begin to see, but not see through the eyes of my innocents, I began to take form in this world.
 The power that surges forth  as a river that breaks the dam.  The spark that consumes the world 
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.  
I am the child born on a late Winter evening. I am the woman you never desire leaving. I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries. I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Why should I feel lesser because you are jealous? Why should I feel like I should jump off a moving train because I have friends? Why should my best friend belittle me for making changes in my life?  
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.
A world where everyone wants to speak and not hear   Is a world where a smile can fade into a tear   Born into stress and a father that felt hate   
A world where everyone wants to speak and not hear   Is a world where a smile can fade into a tear   Born into stress and a father that felt hate   
I don't know how to act, I don't know how to speak. Trying to say this with Tact  Simply... I know that I'm weak. That I could climb a mountains peak, Or stumble and fall,
Chocolate ringlets placed delicately over her shoulder. Glittering eyes brighter than the stars. She turns to face him and he is blinded by the light she radiates.
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
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  
my sweet love
Those words, flowing through my mind like a boat on the ocean.  Up, down. Up, down. Where am I going? 
I woke up like this You do not even know how long it took me to get like this You are so upset that you hate on us To Get Like This   All around you, nothing to compare
I am flawless by design The craft of loves desire Engineered by hands divine  May knowledge be my fire May the world be my bane
My first hour I'm a zombie
Under my shirt is my skin Under my skin is my heart Under my heart is happiness Love and everything good You could possibly imagine. I feel the warmth of friendship And caringness from the people
Wake up feeling FLAWLESS.  Fierce, Living day by day with no fear.
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.
One year I'm sitting and wondering why I don't have straight, blonde hair. My brown curly hair is frizzy, gross, and can't be tamed. Who would want to talk to someone who looked like the anti-Barbie?  
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 the body of a god
I remember the first day of schoolHow I clung to my dad’s armNot caring whether I looked like a foolCause I thought, as long as my dad stood by my sideI would be safe
Respect... such a simple thing yet it is something that is earned
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 know I'm not perfect.   Thick thighs and basic brown eyes, Stretchmarks from growing too fast, Calloused fingers from instruments, sports, painting, drawing, writing, clumsiness, and burns,
I am not broken, I am not depression, I am not anxiety,
Im fearless and flawless with my feet on the ground And I keep going with my head in the clouds  My heart beat, beats and I'm not slowing down  I stand out from all of the crowds  
I woke up like this. Natural. No makeup.   I worked for this. Curls. Products and oil.   I threw this on. Clothes. Skinny jeans and a hoodie.  
 I am flawless in every way. I am smart, kind, strong, beautiful and unique. I am most likely to go to Harvard. I love everyone and everthing. I play sports like a guy, with a girlesh style.
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Many people like to judge others, Because they're afraid to themselves be judged. They are terrible bothers, All because they're afraid their own bodies are too pudged.   I disagree with that flawed logic,
“You chubby good for nothing hog.”“Maybe if you go on a diet you won't break everything.” Starving, and crying. Starving and crying. Starving and crying,
"I'm That Girl"
Chin up Eyes open This is you You are here You are real   The darkness has finally faded No one can bring you down No one can hurt you.   
Do I need your approval, For anything in my life? Do I need your judging, your input, your thoughts?   I'm stubborn aloof, unemotional. But, I'm creative, ambitious, original.
  Accept this  except that 
People aren't always going to remember what you
At the break of dawn, after the sun’s come and gone, When it’s pouring rain, when you’re in searing pain, When the icy wind blows, and the gray clouds snow, After two hours of sleep, and all you want to do is weep
momma told i was beautiful  momma told me i could concore the world but the world concore me, the world gave me a different aspect momma told me "oh shut up" what is beauty in a world fill with super models 
a mind so amazing smart in every way  with a beautiful women behind it she can test it in every way  a mind so amazing  smart in every way  with a brain that will blow you away
Skin is not transparent at all Emotions blocked by thick broad walls One’s inner self cannot be freed As fake psyche pervades indeed   A curtain may seem like the same
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.  
Let me start off by saying I was a victim, I was beat down and taken advantage of, Three girls, those were my bullies Physically, emotionally abusive. I was told that I'm black and ugly,
We are all who we are supposed to be We can live today and be completely free We all have a purpose here The choice is to move forward and work on your goals Or you can sit back in pity thinking oh poor me
Dancing around as if no one is watching when there are many eyes  Coming up with catchy tunes that can appear on the radio Dressing in a style that is whimsical, free, and unique
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
Stuck with that dollar Mickey D's no fries, No respect for a misunderstood kid,  Wonder if God even look in my eyes,  To world I keep my problems hid,   But I transcend beyond more than you see,
I sit in class bored out of my mind The teacher reads, but I'm far behind Hamlet's asking, "To be or not be?" I'm asking, "Do I want to be me?"   Do I have to decide right here and now?
All I can see is my imperfections Not realising each one of them is a blessing God has made everyone with care When it feels like it is falling Apart Remember to every end there's a start
You can't help but wonder if there's a different path Hoping this is one present that remains in the past Holding the breath that you still can't catch Feeling your lungs simultaneously burst and collapse
I am me, I am who I am Im not looked at as perfect nor do I think I am   I have flaws, I have imperfections
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
Flawless... long legs, beautiful face, gorgeous body. Those are merely simple definitions that describe a little piece of this passionate word.
I Fight for what I believe in I Love despite flaws I Act with compassion I Won't give up I Lift those who have fallen
You (Flawless) She wakes up and starts her day Gets in the car and goes to school Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
My drive is singular, self-relient, unparalleled. So please, back five feet away- It is for your own safety. She is composed of the finest leather seats; Durability.
I woke up like this,Dark skinned
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.
Bullets fly and music blares at the moon 6 at night. Essay, study, skip the bed,
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.
Unmarked.
I see this man.
When  I look in the Mirror I  am Flawless I have two brown eyes that you know are so rare
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,
Living life with a bliss and a kiss placed on needy cheeks, needy cheeks who speak bleak, needy needing nurture needing a hand, which i expand my hand to touch theirs. Their eyes cry as i try to dry
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
Why should I change..
Look in the mirror...   Dang, that's nice! I like what I see? Maybe...   Look at my grade...   Dang, that's nice! I like what I see? Heck yea!  
It's true, I am perfect. So my friends say as they stare. "Perfect score, good job" says a teacher. Nothing's new, why care?   I go to practice and coach commends me.
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
Today the world seems incomplete,
I am known for being someone who loves endlessy.
I see myself as people see me
The cleanest face, the whitest smile, the brightest eyes.
Flawless is just a word or so they say.  There is no perfect women or man.
The human hear
Flaws and All   They say,"Just make sense of it all". When all I see is confusion. I let these pieces fall where they may until I'm disillusioned.
I'm not going to lie I'm full of flaws I'm full of imperfections I'm diiferent, but that difference makes me shine brighter than the sun I'm flawless in my own WAY
"Hard work beats talent when talent dosn't work hard." A quote from the superstar Kevin Durant entering his rookie season.   You push so long and feel as if nothing is moving forward,
Beep Beep Beep Beep BeepWake up ugly, here's anouther day to be made fun of.What is that on your face?Anouther pimple?Well it'll have to do.Four pounds of makeup, and you're still barely presentable.
girls are taught to be somebody's  instead of somebodies
I look in the mirror and I love what I see 
You told me "When I look at the sky I feel small." But you are in fact bigger than you believe   It is said that every being is a derivitive of stars, and there are countless
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.
That's me,I'm confident.
I Dont Do That!
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
I don't understand why in today's world It's sexy to be thin To have so little fat, so little curves It's just bones under skin And among so many beautiful girls  Not one of them loves
No one has no flaws
I am Flawless Not Flawless in the sense of, Perfect bouncy curls that catch the sunlight Smooth skin without blemishes A slim figure, but still womanly These things are not what makes someone Flawless
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
Here I am with you over there
Plastic white smile plasterd to her face. Silky smooth hair, never out of place.
Why say how I got this flawless? Everyones perfect God did not create you jawless. So speak up erect, With dignity and pride. Tell EVERYONE who'll hear No matter who you are, thin or wide
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 ".
I woke up Perfect. I went to bed Perfect. What is perfetion to me? I believe it is being able to express myself, freely.  I can come around people without makeup on my face, 
Driven, empowered Anything is possible Eyes locked on the sky
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.
Be perfect.   That’s what they expect. Not just in looks, Or talent, Or intelligence, But in life. They stare at you, Their accusing eyes Judging, Hating,
Distance kept us from seeing Nothing keeps us from dreaming It could be sooner or later That I have her on my platter Distance kept us from seeing
I know who I am . I am one to F    E        E              L Though I am real. Deep down i am hurt, 
Lost in mind Lost in heart. Clouds lay my mind Confusion rest in my heart. Decision are made Only when the mind is clear. Choices are best When the heart is rest.
Somewhere between being born and finding you in the land we call living,
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 truth is I make mistakes, I hang onto words and feelings.  I listen to the world and see it through my eyes everyday. I see the mass of stories and their unique characters each look appealing and worth reading.
People look at me they wish that they could be a swimmer like me. My hair has become a beautiful blonde color from the amount of chlorine  that is absorbed by it everyday.
Loving, hugging, love me for the affection and attention best believe I am worthy these are words I hear from ones society deems as ugly a homeless man, barefoot just wanting a meal
Flawless is now mistakes  Flawless is perfection  Flawless is dents and scrapes  Flawless is scars and brokeness Flawless is you and I  Flawless is loving more not less Flawless is at least you try
My pits are flawless It's a weird trait But it's true Smooth skin Light hair Deodorant commercial quality I love my armpits Few people can say
Engulfed in a deep slumber, I hear the eradicating sound of the alarm clock. As I slowly come to my senses,
they ask me, If you could be straight, would you? but things would've been different if i got to choose,
Flawless he says but it's more like goddess his daze. He looks upon my gleaming brown tan-gible intelligence in more than a million ways.
Energy rich, Soul deep The true-self Cannot be broken.  
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
My hair was too long, but I cut it and it’s too short My mouth was too loud, but I shut it and there’s still sound My heart was still aching, but I broke it and it still beats
Look at that tree All scratched up and worn With it's branches turning  Towards the sun And even with it's diversity It remains flawless The branches provide shade
My body is the definition of flawless. I woke up with a full figure and a face made by heavenly Angels. My brains are made by God and the Devil themselves. Made to lure you in and be what you want me to be.
Nobody is born flawless No one is a perfect being But when we embrace our flaws And love ourselves for who we are   we are flawless  
Perfect  She screams at me Without flaws  She shouts in my direction That voice perching on my brain This one in a million day that I am knocking it out of the park
This is supposed to be about how I'm flawless, right?
It does not lie in the number on the scale
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
To flaunt your attributes is to take away from them. Be so original, be so bold, be so compasionate that everyone notices without hearing you speak of yourself. To be yourself, to be flauntless, is to be flawless.
I'm not perfect no one is  but our flaws makes us who we are  flwaless is perfection in the works
 Spaced out from the liars, shit talkers , homophobic remarks appearing from thin air . Eyes locked at my chest and jean inprints. As society search desperately for clues.
The past is hidden behind the wall, But tonight I am the Belle of the ball.
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  
All the love and lightness dissipated, As they lethargically stroll along. The stranger cannot articulate Exactly what is wrong.   That knowledge is not needed, For the stranger has something planned.
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,
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
The way my hair whips in the wind I open my lucious red lips to sing yet for the first time my sounds fall behind with yet avoid of hope, and no more does it ring   People see beauty and people see me
I am a labyrinth I try to untangle the critical most deepest perspective about myself; I know I am maverick Slowly I am concealing all the negative shadows;
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.
I am me, because I accept myself for who I am flaws and all. I realize that I cant be anyone else besides myself and people accept you for being you. No, i dont wake up hours before class to beat my face. i dont need make up to define who I am.
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
Flaw-less Without flaws I think I am Flaw-full Which makes me infinitely more interesting   I worry about people underestimating me Thinking I am just another dumb blonde
Blissfully oblivious to the daggers of
Im not a pefect girl; Never have been, never will be. With this statement,
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 
From the the tip of my toes All the way to my nose I cherish my life but I rather not boast   The pimples on my cheeks,  they peak out like a beaks, They're the center conversation of many cliques. 
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. 
#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 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.
Thoughts of humanity stir ins
Swim while you can sharkFor the fisherman wants youI care for your life.
"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
Hello. Good Evening. How do you do? I am M.E and I've got something to tell you I am eccentric in very many ways
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
A size two is the acceptable lo
Nature is the light
I make people laugh. I make them cry. All I do is try to live another day. I work to provide for my family and pets. Nothing will ever get in my way.  I need finanical aid for the future.
You can't tell by my physical appearance, but I have a chronic disease.
My back was twisted, my spine was curved. As a competitive athlete, I would not be deterred. I went under the knife, now hardware and scars remain, I am not flawed, I'm part of the game.
When I wake up with it, It kisses me good morning.
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
Up before the sun
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
I am the y
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?
Flawless? What? Who, me? Not in a million years. What in this world can I do perfect? In what do I have no fears?   Fashion? Hah! I think I choked. My hair has its own free will.
America the greatest Where everyone is racing to the top But how unfair that some had a head start to the Race For example, Africans did not gain their freedom until 1865 (The Civil War)
They say you aren't pretty-you're not good enough, forcing inside of you, your soul to be tough.
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.
Flawless, a word that contradicts itself. Only by being flawed can one achieve Something we call perfection. For example, My mind makes up for what my build can't do. So, while my height may be lacking,
Flawless: you,   me, him,  her, us;  unacomplished,
Despite the clumsiness
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. 
Flawless
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
How is it that I am under you?/ Why me?/ Am I really that different?/ Am I really easy prey?/ Am I really weak?/ Does it really give you the right to hurt me?/
Name: Identifying selective years by two names derived from a place cash cropped by picking plantations.
10 minutes before the mirror before school before my shirt goes on. 10 minutes thinking
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'm not going to lie I'm full of flawless I'm full of imperfections I'm different, but that differences makes me shine brighter than the sun I'm flawless in my own WAY  
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.
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  
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders, how can life get any colder? When I was young I was so big and tall; how you've broken me down to a pebble so small.   Push my self deeper down into my core.
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.
As I look into their eyes I realize I have made the difference   I helped to guide Now we are forever tied I have made the difference   Even when we fail
my Figure is too big my Legs are too long my Ass is too small
Blond blue eyed chick who knows the Lord, I keep it cool like a double sided sword. Living in the moment letting go of that poisonous thought;  Love is all I offer. Sublime is my choice of shot
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
Ever am I reaching The brink of greatness I am breaching
People my whole life have always left me I never understood why was I not good enough?  
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
My beauty, my brains it's something that most can't obtain
Our generation will be known for nohing. Never will anybody say, We were the peak of mankind
Behind the freckles and the
My personality never lacking originality formed intricately by the different motives of my ancestry creating me to be, who I be no matter where I go, it always comes along with me I love it
  She lives on a street The street was composed of a row of houses
I don't think I'm flawlessI have never loved my bodyAnd I know I have a shitty personalityBut I do think I am flawless
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
Sometimes my hair is curly and sometimes it’s just messy, Sometimes I wear makeup but most of the time I won’t. I can dress up and I can dress down but what I do is my business – not yours,
A woman trying to make it through each day with a smile. A woman ignoring those small doses of doubt injected toher skull. A woman who woul not stop at nothing to succeed.
I am quirky I am loud I am imperfect I am awkward I get nervous I lose focus I make mistakes I get back up I am powerful I am strong I believe in myself
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
One less insult whispered sweet For flawless smile, flawless me I’m unbroken from head to feet Seamless lips, don’t they see? I’m perfect, so don’t crush desires
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,
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,
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.
I see them look at me with wandering eyes Entrapping all of my mistakes In the deep corners of their thoughts Grimacing with pure despise   Societry tried to claim me Tell me how who I have to be
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.  
My hand reaches for yours Your hand, a skeleton's
They ask how I woke up today.
me
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
I woke up like this! Oh no honey this is work… But you know what?... It is well worth I wake up: Hair a mess I wake up: Sleep in my eyes I wake up: TIRED But you know what? It is well worth
A beautiful creature of habit, Who learned to devalue herself, Based on the internalization of each Peptalk. Her own pep-talks. That were a lot less peppy than intended.
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?
The way my hair falls on my shoulder, the mole on my right leg,  and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless. The scars on my feet, the way my stomache folds, and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
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,
Flawless Warior 
I'm Fat   I'm  still always smiling  I'm Fat 
In this worldWe all competeDo you look good?Did you run a mile?Sometimes we forgetTo look beneath
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 
In confidence, I'm lacking, I haven't the likings of a model, However I make up for this slacking With an extra special skill, I am in fact the best hugger ever, Whether you're happy or sad,
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.
People's eyes get kind of wide when I first tell them I'm studying chemical engineering at college. I guess it is surprising. I don't "look like" an engineer.  I wear skirts and dresses
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
If
If the light in my eyes
Everyone sees a cute face, a thin waisteAnd automaticly think she's just beautiul. No one bothers to go beyond that skin of that beautiful lady
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.
I do not define my beauty by what I see in the mirror, as eyes can only see so far. My reflection in the mirror goes much deeper much more in depth. I see further than most, The true beauty
Flawless? I guess The Best Greatest But, I must Confess That Reguardless how I look I am Impeccable and Immaculate I bet those girls can't relate I'm just too great
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
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
I embrace my true identity,
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;
In the mirror of imperfection, we find oursleves, standing out, standing tall...standing flawless.
"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 am the giggle after a dirty joke,
I'm 17 and flawless 
I was born into a life A life filled with drama and regret I learned to be on my own young I learned that about everything, I couldnt fret Here I am, growing up, independent Making my way
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
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?  
The first time I rested my head on your chest, hearing the warmth of just you being alive. I felt flawless. Like the beat of music, I am flawless. Coincidng, our hearts beat like that music.
My hair’s not perfect My skin either I sure wish my eyes were a lot clearer
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-
I like me for the me I made up in my head. The one that can stand up for what she believes in.
Three novellas sit unwritten, their words whispered throughout the crammed corners of my skull. Two notebooks collaged with cutouts of dresses and deco hold all hundred poems from the period
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 
I am flawless and yet deformed
Verdadera princesa A true princess A young woman in a big world A first Gen' American 
I’ve never touched a throne, Sitting, overlooking everything I was And everything I could have turned into.   When wings grew out of my shoulder blades I questioned if I would be able to fit through
You know... Who wants to be flawless? Not Me Now, imagine a world of perfect people.... Life would be incredibly bland. We were born with flaws, can't you see? It's the little imperfections that give us a reason to stand.
"28, 28 there's decisions to make"  
Two worlds stand apart, Separated by only the Moon and the Stars, Connected through a tiny thread,
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
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
That 6 foot 4 inch frame,  That weird way to pronounce my name. Those giant hands, and big ol' feet, That nice smile, that no one else can beat. The quirky disposition, The adorkable being.
I'm messed up
One
I am an emotional being. A controlled expression is hard to feign when a flaw of mine is mentioned. The pressure that builds behind my eyes overwhelms me.   After a recent incident,
Flawless Perfect Maybe it's Maybelline, Maybe it's just me.
  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
Fly away, Butterly Spread your wings
Momma said, "No makeup is the best makeup. Embrace all the imperfections of your body." But I went through a skin disorder, so it was difficult for me to not cover up.
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.
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
Momma always told me "girl you have the most beautifulest eyes." 
They say that girls are made of curves - that we are smiles and acceptance, a circle of understanding arms, our feminine charms meant to lure you in: a siren call.
I am beautiful The face that I hide It's beautiful It has always been good enough It always will be I am beautiful The dirt that you see on me is beautiful Because it means that I can work
            Free spirit is my trait I value the most.
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. 
My courage to do what's right sets me aflame No one what's to step up I feel proud to protect my morals Do they?   My courage is what I show  Everyone else shows their fear and shame
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
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,
Define flawless. Tell me what is a flaw and what is not. I will let you be the judge. Judge me, and tell me my flaws please. Tell me what i am and what i am not. There is no such thing as flawless.
I was walking in a jungle, It was getting dark. My eyes could not see a thing, but my soul, my mind was not blind, like a shinning shun showing its energy.   People said I am crazy.
I am from
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
I'm me I'm no one else I stand for myself I shut out the rest
Am
Misread and foreign i love myself Born with no father i forgive
Life is a funny thing One day we're crawling, and the next we're off on our own
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
Me
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
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
I like to think I turn heads.    As I drive along  that road so very traveled,  I like to imagine  what passerbys think of me.  Some are appalled
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
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.  
We aren't who we used to be. Caring, thoughtful, sympathetic. Instead, we're what past generations dreaded to see. Lazy, incondisderate, selfish. Our children are the future, And we are their voice.
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
Flawless. I Couldn’t be So. Having no flaws at all, But how can that be so? When everyone you walk around
“Aim to be successful, but not too successful”   What makes Beyoncé flawless?
What determines your stride of the day? Your look in the mirror, or what everyone may say? The mirror is a friend and truly a confidant, and based on how you make yourself feel, you'll hear what you want.
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.
Beautiful black butterflies stirred up the wind,  and with God's assistance a southern breeze created my beautiful brown skin. Skin that glistens in the sun and blends with the night.
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.
High as the rent can beSky is where life is freeFly, now I believe
 I'm beyond flawless Who knew everyone is more than just flawless I am happy and proud of who I am till today
The air of the seasons 
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?
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
Remember when we fell in love?
"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.  
I may not have the thinnest body, My eyes get wrinkly when I smile. My laugh makes people turn and stare With weird expressions for awhile.
The happiest man in all the world Looked down at me and said, “I see no flaws, no source of shame. Go out and forge ahead.”   “But what,” I asked, with feigning voice, “Am I supposed to do
This is much worse than the Zombie Apocalypse Girls giving duck faces with neon puckered lips And flowing bronze locks and waves go on for days I must have missed going through the pretty hair phase
Is being pretty what flawless is? Is being successful what flawless is? what is flawless? flawless is mearly a pigment of our imagination 
Flawless on the surface, damaged at the core, for even the prettiest of apples has its worms. Created image, what others see,
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,
Flawless What is that word you speak of? In my small world of life There is no such thing Sure I have my flawless things But to say I have no flaws Would be to say I am never angry
Every step I take,
Love is the worlds greatest power
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.
T ripping and skipping, I laugh ‘long the way   O ver the arching horizons that fall  E ver the uncharted forests aheadS afety forsaken by one and for allMy toes take me over the mountains I trust
Flawlessit makes me feel lawless.Like I could do whatever I want,and then just flaunt it.But I sit and think,what's that thing that makes me in sync?
I was raised a southern butt To embrace the good and the rest cut I put labels on people based on their actions Gossiper, bully, drugee, had an abortion, Slut, alcoholic, prideful, and a sinner
The lady who reached for the skies, 
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
A thousand, thousand voices, Within, without, around, Whisper the same, same things,
When I came to this world I was but a blanket of snow Clean and unmarred It’s hard to keep my snow Fresh and clean When others taint me With dirty footprints That make me feel less
Who determines the right way to live, Who determines right and wrong? For things we may see strange and crazy, Others may see nothing wrong at all.   When you don't fit in with others,
Passion as inner beauty, Budding until it bursts, Filling every point of ourselves with light, Extending to every fingertip, If we have this, how can we possibly be flawed?  
I'm held by heavy chains called shame, Lost and so afraid. I stand here useless, incomplete, In desperate need of aid.   Yet in the dark of sin's cold cell, A light shines bright and true.
Nobody is Flawless Nobody is perfect but being not perfect Is the most beautiful thing of all
Every last tear.
What makes us different? i think its our lives
I'm just another face In a sea of many
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  
Sometimes, people can be so rude.
From the days I spent bathing in warm light that danced around me, freckles form fragmented constellations.   From the time I grew up  faster than my mother ever could have imagined,
The street is strolling merrily along when
Skinny or fat Tall or short What makes us beautiful?  Is it the we carry ourselves?  Or how the media thinks we are supposed to look? I can't hold a tune, dance, act, or play a sport
Strength is power Courage is a power
Who can judge my dirty blonde hair? Who can judge me on what I should wear?
He used to tell me I was ugly. Used to tell me what to wear, Said I could be pretty, if I listened to what he said. I  thought that he loved me, wanted to help improve me.
It took me four years, Finally conquered my biggest enemy. Was the throne worth it? Told myself I was crazy. I rather be crazy if it meant success. Take the easy road.
I'm pretty funny and interesting I don't smell as fresh as the pine in Flagstaff, but I have potenital.  I think we're all seeking a label for ourselves "my friend says I'm gorgeous"
I am far from perfect, that is true But when it comes to my nipples, I have a perfect two Don't worry I am a man So dont be afraid to be a fan They are astonishingly round Better nipples will not be found
Never speaking, but always seeking. My lips are sealed, my eyes peeled. I watch and I listen. Attentiveness is my mission. While others blabber on or act bored. I'll be there, and you won't be ignored.
Everyone wants that perfect someone The key word is want and perfect There are no perfect people Just perfect problems A world where our needs are confused with wants I try my hardest to be the best I can be
 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
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