Imperfect Perfection
A bump on my face
A scar on my thigh
Battle wounds all over
My body doesn't cry
Strong legs to carry the burden of my marks
As my heart remains immune to ignorant remarks
Creams and surgeries will never be needed
Imperfectly perfect
That's how I see it
For the marks on my body all tell a story
And for that I am flawless
And will bathe in it's glory
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