The Flaws That Make Me Flawless.
The desire for flawless beauty has taken over the world.
Almost all that the media shows, perfect tall beauties with nary a flaw.
But where does that leave us?
Those too "flawed" to grace the silver screen or endlessly turned glossy pages.
Though I only speak for myslef and no one else,
I refuse to let my beauty be lessened by others.
For there is one thing I know no pretty face on a glossy page can portray.
The things that make me myself.
Freckles speckle an uneven skin tone,
and hair more often than not sticks out every which way.
My voice rings above all else's, sometimes at the worst posible moments
but their is beauty to this maddes, one that's all my own.
There is so more to me, somehting deeper than skin and fairer than face.
It is a heart that beats for loyalty,a fighting spirit
that though often knocked down will always once more stand up tall.
I am my flaws, I am to unique to be compaired to just another pretty face.
I am me, I am Flawless
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