Flaws;

They consist of the scars on my body,

The craters in my soul,

The rudimentary words that fall out of my mouth like;

"Shit"

Shit, it must be fly to be fine

To be the desire in a mans eye

To walk with sway and speak with "swag",

To be top model skinny and top model pretty.

 

But all those plastic perfections and transparent obsessions

Fall SHORT,

of me.

Yes, me

Short, little,

5 foot, 3

 

For I am, not perfection and

I am not the root of anyones obsession

but I am

flawless,

 

With craters and scars that are between my thighs

Yes, even my cellulite

Those, "flaws"

MY GOD, they are perfection,

My emotional heart that takes me through film after film with unfailing tears.

My morning hair and my morning breath,

My silly faces and small hands,

My unwillingness to give up even when I have already lost-

 

For I am, not perfection and

I am not the root of anyones obsession

but I am

flawless,

 

Flawless-

yes, with mistakes and imperfections

I fall short of the definition

YET I rise to the cause like the break of dawn

as the sun banishes the night

and puts all these misleading oppositions into submission

 

And lets the world know this:

I Am the perfect version of myself today and will strive to be better tomorrow

I Am the greatest exhibition and proof of the life I lived.

I Am the special and only edition of a unique package called, ME

Unique.

Yes, no comparison can be made-

THERFORE, I AM FLAWLESS.

Not because I am conceited or vein but because I am better than I was yesterday

 

For I am, not perfection and

I am not the root of anyones obsession

but I am

flawless,

because I am,
 

MYSELF.