Flawless

Skin torn, broken, battered.

Cleaned and renewed.

God stepped in.

Made the pain and the marks,

Just go away.

My life is me stepping out, me stepping forward.

My life is flawless because of who I have chosen to be.

A friend, a sister, a mom, a daughter, a student.

My mistakes don't show,

Because I show flawlessness.

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