I AM FLAWLESS

January 14, 2015

I have scars from head to toe and burn marks to spare,

Yet I am flawless.

I have tangles and mismatched colors in my hair,

Yet I am flawless.

I am too small, and told so by all,

Yet I am flawless.

I am pale and undefined,

Yet I am flawless.

We are mean and selfish,

We are hateful and jealous,

We are scared and prideful,

We are hurting and curious,

We are only human,

Yet We are flawless.

Our so called “flaws” are what define us,

Our own definition of our own self worth,

What could possibly be more beautiful,

Than our high value of our own perfection,

Our own flawlessness.

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