What am I
Society trying
to mislead me
Make me something
I’m not
Or are they
Trying to rip
The veil
In front
of my
blind eyes
To reveal
What I have yet
To see
Being me.
Singers these days
Are talking about
Being perfect
Or being full
Of flaws
How contradicting
Miley says
Nobody’s perfect
But Beyoncé
Tells me
I wake up
Flawless
So which is
It.
What does
It even mean
To be
“Flawless”
Is their guidelines
To be
Flawless
What if I
See
Me
As Flawless
But to
Everybody else
I am
Anything but.
Do I even
Know me
How do I know
Am I this flawed
Imperfect being
Or am I
making up
Flaws that can’t
Be seen
So which is it
And who decides
Am I
Flawed
Or
Flawless
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