A Ripple

January 28, 2015

I am a ripple

on a calm still lake

i am a pimple

on a perfect face

i am imperfection

in a perfect world

i am the insecurity

in a beautiful girl.

but i am me

never anyone else

and im proud to be

nothing but myself

so i take a picture

of me with no mask

and i add no filter

i am confident atlast

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