Flawless, I think

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I am from ‘snooze’ buttons, sleeping in, and procrastination.

From stubborn hair that never cooperates.

A face flushing crimson when the light shines on me.

Accidental sarcasm spilling from my tongue.

 

I’m from swallowing steam that swirls out of boiling gumbo pots.

From spearmint toothpaste and gooey chocolate chip cookies.

Peeling off the crispy, golden layer on a perfectly toasted marshmallow.

From heating numb hands over a warm gas fire.

 

[Flaw]ed, but

[less] than

[I think.]

 

I’m from popsicles sliding off of wooden sticks on a sizzling summer day.

From hours of card games and camping out in boxes on wheels.

Top-secret clubs and bubbly root beer with every meal.

Night games, ninja moves, and no goodbyes.

 

I’m from silent hysterics and Mario Party rivalries.

From cantering through grassy pastures, tugging on leather reins.

Unfair games of Capture the Flag,

And sparkling city lights on glittering water.

 

[Flaw]ed, but

[less] than

[I think.]

 

I’m from a silly family of nine with no boys allowed.

Lord of the Rings marathons with buttered popcorn and surround-sound.

Delicious Sunday dinners and chilling ice water.

Fake laughter competitions whirling into a race for the bathroom.

 

I’m from speedy fingers floating across eight-four black and white keys.

From contemporary sheet music and the rhythmic ticking of a metronome.

A beautiful melody flooding from my hands to my home –

A melody not easily for gotten.

 

[Flaw]ed, but

[less] than

[I think.]

 

I’m from spelling out shooting stars and creating constellations.

From the scent of an old book.

Stressful nights clamoring over unfinished Calculus.

An itching necessity to plan it all out.

 

I’m from generating plot lines in my mind.

Crafting characters from fairy-tale lands,

Ideas trickling from my pen to the page.

Inspiration.

 

[Flaw]ed, but

[less] than

[I think.]

 

I’m from synchronizing a tiny silver device.

Bon Jovi, Grouplove, Passenger.

Music for every mood.

It conquers anger, frustration, sadness.

 

I’m from weekends spent babysitting and learning ukulele chords.

From calloused fingers and scarlet toenail polish.

Trusting too much and sharing too little.

Struggling to find friends I can keep.

 

[Flaw]ed, but

[less] than

[I think.]

 

I’m from singing reverent hymns on the first day of the week.

From three-hour church sessions and fidgety Sunday School classes.

Reconciling myself to the Father of the Universe

And bowing my head in a silent prayer.

 

I’m from a world of style, fame, and discrimination.

From a world that my parents can’t remember.

A world where toddlers have cell phones and third graders have boyfriends.

A world teeming with critical people.

 

[Flaw]ed, but

[less] than

[I think.]

 

I’m from choosing not to take offense.

From holding on to a particle of faith.

Building my self-image from my knowledge of my divine nature.

I embrace my imperfections, and for that, I am beautiful.

 

I’m from standing strong for what I believe.

From eliminating the evil around me.

Keeping my head up when my world comes crashing down.

Because of that, I know

 

I

am

flawless.

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