Imperfection
I find beauty in that...that rather small blemish.
why fight it,
when really there's nothing to diminish.
It were already perfect as it was.
I was born this way therefore, I am perfect in Gods eye.
Exactly how he wanted me to be.
Theres no flaw,
just originality,
Like a foreign beat in someone else's technicality,
but maybe it's better that way.
Maybe being different is what makes you so great,
its a beautiful, a beautiful imperfection.
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