Flawful

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.
 
Seven months later I had stories to add
 
So I lightened the dark pain with a lighter brown shade.
 
The silver hoop in my nose contributes to the edge
 
But my mom’s disapproving words about it almost pushed me over the ledge.
 
When I was younger the picture I painted of my future self was picture perfect
 
But sometimes when I look in the mirror I think “was all that work in my imagination worth it?”
 
My midsection measures a few more inches than I would like and my voice didn’t get any higher 
pitched as I transitioned into womanhood
 
But the men like their women’s bodies soft and think deep voices are sexy.
 
 I was his idea of a perfect woman but after I gave it up he couldn’t even text me.
 
And he keeps saying I’m so cute but where does cute get me when he has a woman at home?
 
The way I’m treated sometimes I feel like this world is lawless
 
And when I cover my face with liquid skin is the only time I’m considered flawless. 
 
That’s why I try to stay modest
 
Because I present myself as this honest, superstar beauty.
 
Like Aaliyah whom I aspire to be
 
But I know I’m not as kind.
 
The closest I’ll ever come to her perfection is to give off a false flawless vibe. 
 
If beauty is how we measure perfection then there’s no such thing
 
Every flaw that makes us ugly makes us pretty all the same.
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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