Imperfection is flawless

You, sir, may not think I’m pretty

You may even think that I am petty

And you can believe that I am a petty, not pretty woman

But I am confident and beautiful and I am flawless

Maybe, sir, you see that I am broken

That my will has been beaten time and time again

That it has been tortured and taken for granted by men all referred to as “him”

But I am resilient and powerful and I am flawless

Perhaps, sir, you noticed that I have so few friends

Because there are so many people with which I refuse to make amends

You assume I am stubborn and close-minded

But I am forgiving and understanding and I am flawless

You see, sir, flawless is not what the world sees

Flawless is not having every task presented with a side of ease

To be flawless is to be self-aware and self-improving

I am a work in progress and for that I am flawless