Imperfection is Beautiful

The way she walked,

The way she talked,

Screamed out her flaws.

Proud she was, Of who she was,

How, I cannot imagine.

It's all she believed,

All she achieved,

That remains in my mind.

She's moved on from the rural life,

She is still looking for her outlet

To tell the world what they need to hear,

To show that she is not a victim of fear.