Biology
I am Flaw-full
My heart with its
Sticky blood
My veins
Thin and cracked
My nails
Grimy, short, and crusted
My body is flaw-full
But so is yours
And hers
And his
Her eyebrows are
Filled with bacteria
Her ankles
With harsh angles
Her scalp is
Oily and bumpy
We both have legs we don’t want
And wants no one should hold
Our body
Fulls of cells
And mutations
And holes
Hearts beating until we die
The same heating from our eyes
Watching these others
Walk past
Fast they scamper
I am pampered
I have arms and legs and teeth
Some are born
With the wrong stuff
Underneath
But I was born whole
With my parts and my flaws
I have less than some so I am
Flawless
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