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True Flawless


I have been told because of the color of my skin

You are not what were are looking for. 

I have looked in the mirror for seconds and even 

minutes, just to lower my head.

I have wanted to be thinner, taller, skinner, 

to match that "perfect body image". 

I have wanted straight pearly whites and a pimpleless

face, and that flawless figure 8 shape. 

I have tried for years to convince myself that 

the body image you see on TV is computer 

generated. It`s all lies and sell merchandise. 

And finally I have looked in the mirror and smiled

because i have realized that I AM THE REAL FLAWLESS. 

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