Perfectly imperfect
I get up in the morning and look in the bathroom mirror
Only to see myself standing there, crystal clear
With no makeup on and hair unbrushed
I take 60 seconds to think about my life, for once unrushed
What do I see? You may ask out of curiosity
I see a 23 year old strong female with undeniable ferocity
Stubborn as any but determined above all
To give my best towards what I hold dearest; to not let myself fall
Perfectly imperfect with my quirks and my talents
I am flawed and I am flawless, it is a wonderful balance
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