The Way That I Flaw
May I get a moment of your time?
Do I not petition to you like the others?
Please, let me shed light on what flawless means to me.
It’s not what you say being better than another?
OH no! I do not flaw the way most others.
I absorb the imperfection in me.
My beauty is preserved in the book of names.
I’m flawless no matter what. ‘His word says I Am’
Never mimicked trends or uttered social buzz
I’m flawless because I stand alone in my truth
head held vigilant, shoulders constricted, stilettoes self-assuredly
marching, demand the crown I humbly earn
I flaw with kinky curls, big afros, and faith.
I flaw because I am perfectly made, yet I know I’m not perfect.
I am myself, and that shall always be.
My tag, and the God I serve, believe.
It’s all a part of my flawless DECREE.
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