Unblemished Me
Glimmers shimmer down the dimly lit halls
As I strut, Fully erected
Slightly grinning at my magnificence
Not a spec lie on my clothes-
Every inch of my being beams with a different persistence
They wonder where I possess such immensity
I tell them its in the familiarity of perfection,
The oblivious stance towards flaw,
Its Unblemished Me
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