A mouth full of imperfect teeth that chomp away lifes troubles

And orbs flecked with daubed shades inhereted from my mother

Heart-shaped lips speaking lies and truths between those imperfect teeth

While the listening ears on each side of my head try to block the words nattered

Oh, that skin of olive, dappled from stress and anxiety

I've resisted wearing a cover to hide my faults 

So that eyes yet unveiled and equitable might notice me shine

But such stains and marks in societal fibers nick my well-armored pride 

 

I'm just another girl trapped in a broken mind

I am nothing extraordinary, soaring above untold heights

What you see is who I am, I choose to be Plain Jane

If you can't see the light inside me, what is there left to say?

Except that you've been corrupted by patched-up pieces

Of torn people with no escape from their damned insecurities

Forever leading them to shame

 

Who invented filters when many live a constant fascade?

Who decided to further the damage 

Of humanities stinted courage?

Is it criminal being born as a chipped vase with character 

Or must we all be deemed as perfect and acceptable?

 

May we indulge in being imperfect beings

And join the ranks of seasoned oddities

Who were scorned for crossing predetermined lines of kosher normalcies

May we be cracked artifacts

That weather centuries of blissful torment

And are unphased by elementary qualms of outward appearance

But are cherished because of what is held within