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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
My mind filled with concrete and rocks but so loyal as to stand by my opinions and ideas, unmoved by those that banish me from the kingdom of conformism
So klutzy as to be able to collapse from a pebble but courageous enough to brush off the dirt that covers me and continue on
Legs and hips that stretch out to fit the mold of earth but are made solely to reach only the highest peaks
Eyes enslaved by stereotypes of society but are only able to see the beauty and flawlessness of others
One in the same,
Without flaws I would not know my flawlessness
I am forever thankful
This poem is about:
Me