pretty flaws
A infatuated boy once told me-
“I've never seen a girl like you before.”
That was a lie because
Beneath my summer dress
The souls of a hundred maidens remain
They live their stories through me.
Every time they want to break free,
I earn a scar.
My skin has scars long enough
To reach Mars
But I still show my thighs.
Covered in denim, surrounded by floral-
I remain untouchable.
Beautiful, but easily shakeable.
Like a flower dipped in liquid nitrogen
I am pretty, but so easily breakable.
Like a sunflower, I have yellow,
On my teeth,
But I still smile.
Now, I am pretty,
In fifty years I will be pretty.
Every flaw, every sad maiden within me,
Make me pretty.