My Flawless Flaws
Motherless..Fatherless.. that's the scar I hide everyday.
Often quiet and to myself..it's not that I don't have anything to say.
Not enough time to express what goes on in my mind.
Like how am I gonna pay for college when I can barely find a dime.
You would think these things would get the best of me
But no, they do no such thing.
Everyday I see the opportunity that each one brings.
And I'm grateful for all of the flaws of life's unfortunate circumstances.
It is in these flaws that I find myself in areas where I see my potential.
& This makes me all the more ...flawless.
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