Body Breathes with Knowledge

Sun, 02/01/2015 - 13:07 -- lohti13

my face lies bare of foundation, exposing my imperfect skin tones

my eyebrows reflect of asymmetry, craving for a proper wax

my lips require a fuchsia lipstick, whispering gossip of insecurity

my blemishes and wrinkles yearn for a concealer, exemplifying a teen’s worry of age

while

my heart knows the foundations of the political system by heart, ranging from the Framers to freedom of speech

my brain reflects of the even symmetry of a quadratic function, admiring its positivity and negativity

my loose leaf pages of my poetry stick out, wanting to be understood

my body conceals what I am hiding behind a filter, seeking for the essential of life

k n o w l e d g e

This poem is about: 
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