Flawless Me

January 4, 2015

Me flawless,

but still imperfect.

Living in a tasteless society as

Times New Roman.

I walk with my head

UP and over my shoulders.

Fearless of competitions

humble during victories.

Considered a minority,

while across the Altlantic there's more of Me.

I'm Me... Flawless Me.

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