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The Game That Calls   Basketball… Teach me to score with ease Teach me to play as a team
  A Poem for the Man on the Platform   “Men love a woman in a dress.”    I recoil as if struck, 
Quick questionCan a women be a man?Is transgender so new to us all?Its just a new word for someone to take the fall.My mom was my dad when he was not around
As I came to Juliet, She explained without a sweat, Did not sound pretty lewd, She wants to sleep in solitude.   And as I went into her room,
We were taught to love, not to hate. To feel and love willingly, And set aside the gender or race of our people. Yet, we judge based on what we see. Does our appearance determine who we are?
Noise, noise, all of the noise Yelling, screaming, yelling, screaming It gets louder as it enters my head Headaches, not only headaches, Bruises, cuts, and scrapes too,
I am a woman. My stomach is not flat, but my skin is soft. My lips, they whisper Gentle soothings through the night. I am a woman. Hair shows itself upon my legs; My breasts are supple;
I am crippled by the weight of the world.  I am perserverance.  I am a wrestler of dreams.   I am tired.  I am a procurer of visions. I am rejuvenated.  I am unabashed. I am beautiful. 
I close my eyes and I see you I see the friend that can be no more I gave you away. My bestfrend gone. It was a misktake.  I love you...So badly I want to tell you. 
I am NOT angry, loud or insecure  My body is not the only thing I can bring to the table.  I do not depend on the government to support me financially  My father was active in my life
her soul told her she was alright but society told her otherwise   the mirror only brought her despair she didnt feel comfortable anywhere   her heart was so heavy, her mind so light
The tell me I'm beautiful 'Wow,' I hear all the time. 'I wish I had curls like yours.' Or 'Boys must be all over you.' And they say that like  It's a good thing,
The dirty South gets drunk on nights. Are we only made of sweet tea, shoot outs, and bar fights?   She slumps to the ground and hits the side of the old juke box -
A Letter to My Future Self   Dear Future Me,   If you are reading this letter, That means you are in your early twenties. Fresh out of college
What is Love?   Chapter 1: My mother meets a man. She thinks she loves him, but she doesn’t know what love is. A one night stand with a perfect stranger is not love.
Claws of alabaster, On marble stone, I scratch at imperfections, On me they are not known.   Wings like swans and eagles, Angels' bitter cries, They weep of jealousy, Envy in their eyes.
Why should I go with you, Miss Forever and Sir Always? We are sturdy and gentle and loyal and true. Then what shall I do if I grow bored later in my days? Finding the right forever and always is all you must do.  
This is my new life. Who I want to be. A diamond that can not be shattered. Only broken by me. I through it in the water then I watched as it float by me. Running away their goes my dreams.
His heart is broken. This should be bad.
My dark chocolate skin Flawless My puppy dog brown eyes Flawless
While everyone tries to get me to be a certain way and dress a certain way I just smile and give the whole damn world the finger,
I have purple splotches from falling when I climb I have lines with dried blood along it from cooking for my family I have glasses from sitting too close to the television I have scars
                                  Flawless Young black and educated climbing my way up to the top I was never meant to be average    Flawless
My flaws make me flawless. The slight wrinke outside of my eyes. The scars that are on my face. The overweight girl who can never fit in. The reason why I am who I am. I find strength in others, in their flaws in their mannerisms.
I am compulsive and impulsive.
I am no model. Honestly, a little chub never hurt anyone. I am no scholar.
I may be fat, ugly, & unattractive to some But I am curvy, pretty, & beautiful to many  My face may break out But it's not like I want it to My tummy may not be taunt
Stare Stare really hard There must be something, I say One thing, I say Something. No Says the mirror to my eyes No My eyes agree. Yes, I say aloud So
I am Flawless.
I am not perfect in any way, shape or form. But it isn't all about what is on the outside. Appearance is a big deal to the shallow people of the world. If you dig deep enough, you'll see I am different from the norm.
My body isn't yours to define no matter how hard you try to fit me in your box or fit in that top I am not yours to define.   My feminimity isn't yours to define just because I don't cry
Brown hair Brown eyes FLAWLESS Kind heart Smart head FLAWLESS Small hands Petite Build FLAWLESS In love Happy FLAWLESS Trustworthy Protective
All my life I’m perfecting Straight-A's from crooked writing My faith sets me apart So I never fall apart   Freedom's never free Freedom is flawless -- I'm no prisoner No joke, it’s real
I am not skinny, I am not fat but I'm a little on the heavy side I have brown eyes that I love I don't have perfect skin but I'm okay with that most girls want to look like the models in magazines
What is my story, you ask? Not one that can be covered by a mask. It involves venturing into the dark ocean Looking towards a better future with devotion.
What does it mean to be flawless Is it designer clothes or perfect skin?
I saw the way they looked at me those eyes. They could tear me down and bring me back up and those eyes have done that plenty.
My blood bristles. The fever is crisp like wine, through my veins. The pressure illuminates my remains I stir with tenacity. I sense your lustful presence My blood pressure rises, then falls−
the day i first met him i turned to stone. my eyes seemed to fog over when he passed by me and my normally nonstop lips fused together. he seemed to fit so perfectly to me like a lego in my lap but
Every wish isn't right or wrong.
A weightless wonder
Liquid silk pours down my face Unmasking, revealing Yet no reflection takes it's place  
Girl. What is makeup to you? Beautiful. Do you wear that makeup to impress yourself? Gorgeous take that makeup off. Your beautiful just the way you are.
Is it true? the words I hear and the visuals I see, beyond truth is all I ever believe, but for  me to see, and for me to hear is it reality?  the feelings that i feel
  i guess shes been my friend all my life. though she was not always there, she resided in shadows waiting to pounce to bestow her perfection to flood my mind with dust and bones...
My perfection is my absolute truth, through the scars and the pain of my youth. The world In which I lived was was not clear skies of blue, but nontheless the only one that I knew.
I am FLAWLESS  because I know my  Flaws I am  fearless because  I held no fear I'm not perfect Because it overrated but I am  special in my own way  my flaws are 
with a full figure; i am FLAWLESS with hips and thighs; i am FLAWLESS with a tummy; i am FLAWLESS with full lips; i am FLAWLESS with a family; i am FLAWLESS with friends that love me; i am FLAWLESS
Funny funny funny, I am funny Creative Creative Creative I am Creative I am me who loves and loves I am me who loves to be loved Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
It hurt,  it hurt looking at him. The betrayal within his arms, his arms embracing another female.  Eyes wide open,  as she lays upon the memories,
I watch you stain a canvas with your presences soft breath whispers your eyes don't see and your ears don't hear endless odysseys of conversations I’ve had with you your body language the tool of choice
This handsome Blind man says Only me in my world Only I can see my world U can't c my world Only I can c my world Only I could heed my thought
Hair tied in knots, Lipstick smeared off, The room that I'm in, Littered with cloth. Homework undone, Bed untidy, Finding myself, Dirty and grimy. I take a step back,
Dreams and drapes grabbed my attention in third grade,   then in seventh grade, I wanted to be a baker, there I went dreaming again   tenth grade starts and I can't choose
Every day I see the same face in the mirror.
Everything that is, is god.
'You're a good girl, so you get a toy' I'm a good girl, so I got a toy. You're so smart, you must get straight As.' I am smart but I got Cs. 'Cheyenne tell me, why are you so PERFECT?'
Some say I'm like a diary; difficut to read.  Try to understand me its not oh so easy. Some say I am confusing, It so amusing. I am hated by people Shhhh I know the secrects.
I wake up with morning hair and morning breath Am I perfect yet? I trip and I fall Am I perfect yet? I'm not skinny. I am curvy. Am I perfect yet? I don't go out with my friends, a lot.
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Without a filter... You’ll find a girl who can be insecure about herself and the way others view her; You’ll probably see her hanging out with her friends though; She’s often timid around unfamiliar faces,
Friends are those who claim to have your back
I travel the whole world
Dull and slightly blurry, due to a normal quality camera;
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin. I grasp at the loose tendrils, in shades of forest and thunder, attempting to hold the drifting vapor close to my luminescent heart.  
Click, click, and click The moment has been captured in time forever My face, my body All for the world to see What’s behind the exterior they do not know
Inside out, right side in, Don't let the outside win. Take off the mask; leave out the filter. Your flaws are unique, as if made by a quilter. Birthmarks, acne, and scars; all make us who we are.
The river crossed the dirt stream Water filled the veins of the soul It took a deep breath A baby taking its first gasp.
Forget Sepia. Forget Valencia. Who I am is genuine and authentic. That’s what the world should notice; Alyx; diligent, striving, loving, artistic, bold, compassionate.
Coming to a mirror image, Dull is my thinking that age; From the site of my being, To my impure seems.  
#Instagram #LOL #Live without the makeup. without the drama.  without the hate.  I don't have an Instagram.  #nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare We love you for you. 
Large nose, large thighs, the filter of plastic surgery may be the only cover-up.
calm in a tempest     blown unbroken Centered Strong         Balanced unmoving   Unassuming plain     cold - blank canvas vivid - hot eddy of Passion   Currents flow over
We only haveone life,this life,no other life.The past isbehind us.The futurelies ahead.So do what you want,and not what you hate.No one can tell you
You can tell I'm not faking when I've begun to climb a nearby tree When it's not covered in ants I'm myself when I'm working, helping others or just being plain selfish When I'm drinking my morning tea
Hello beautiful child, flower child. Whenever you look at the world you make it smile. The way you walk, the way you talk, it honestly just inspires. You would never know you're some peoples desires.
They say I have big eyes So I can see truth through your lies They say I have big lips So I can speak my mind
A few hundred likes really mean nothing A perfect face and a beautiful smile, Hidden behind a wall of insecurity, Under the waves of social validation. The shreiking self doubt drowns out true beauty;
I rub my eyes, Eyeliner, Mascara, Streaks my face.   Makeup remover, Wipe, By wipe, It disappears.   I continue, Foundation, Concealer,
Loving, caring, an open book Trustng of others without a second look It's crazy how I can see the best in others But it took me so long to see the best in me Who I was used to depend on how others felt
No matter what they say
People talk about me and it used to bother me they said I was annoying they said I was loud and weird
That perfect caption -  it's all I need to say.  It tells the world what I'm doing,  where I'm at, when I'll be away.  That corresponding picture  (damn I look so fine!)
It’s the same exact spot Where it happened. Walking past it everyday I cannot help but imagine Another way it could have gone. The crashing is silenced.   I arrive at my house and it is silent.
The cracks in your trunk chunk together a sort of pattern,
What I say
They say no filter 
What may feel empty to the world, Cause I got no color to define,
Smears, smudges hide my face In the dusty reflections of the mirror  With shaking hands I can place  The nose, the hair, the eyes But in a glimpse they're chased  From my tentative tries
Ladies tell'em that I look so good tonight,
you opened a path so that
Imperfect. What two words do you see? "I'm" and "Perfect." What does that mean? I am Perfect. What do I know? I AM Perfect. Do you know what I'm not? A model. An actress.
A passion, a reason for life, Its what i strive for, What I'm scared I'll never find.   I've tried it all; Art - wasn't expressive enough, Sports - needed to be more tough,
flawless skin perfect hair trendy clothes confident additude perfect smile take away the filters and what do you see acne covered skin damaged hair dirty clothes broken smile
Click, snap, image captured Edit, draw, redirected Delete, delete Photo recaptured Upload now, photo posted This is me #nomakeup Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears This is I #nofilter
Misery loves company As does joy and misery Who doesn't long for companionship Seeking like minds for friendship When the curtains close And you find yourself alone Walking into an empty home
Free From everything I used to be                      Re-writing my history Picture by picture I’m finding me   I’m alright My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Perfect? No. Extraordinary?
His hair is messy and curly Some would say that it is girly But to that he'd reply With a glint in his eye That really they're just being surly   Eyes that see only through spectacles
The makeup. The smiles. The friends. I'll let you see. The parties. The crowd. Through the lens that's what you see.
Fancy pictures with all those colors, brightness, borders, and edits on myslef without the real me in it. with all that gone and out the picture, whats left of it is me. my genuine slef no other then me
In my own skin I am me Its hard to accept, hard to see Day in and day out I'm told differently That everyone should accept the beauty I must be My skin holds a story That can not be explained
Do you see what I see? Without filters Without makeup My hair is natural and ever changing with the seasons Eyes as brown as coffee Reflecting my mother’s Down to earth and genuine
Who am I I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky What makes me unique My personality, I think I am a little bit of everything All rolled into someone who cannot sing I feel the music in my body though
I think we are all flawless because Flaws are intangible thoughts Who defines these edges on a person?
The first time I did i was prepared I'd tried my best just to impress No shirt on and my messy hair With a quick judgement I thought this was my best Surely everyone else will think the same
Song of Innocence   They give me smiles, so I smile They give me love, so I love They tell me I’m beautiful, and so I am beautiful
My hair's in stylish knots, Followed by raccoon eyes. My loafing fashion's caught, By the luring guys.
  Here I stand again
Naturally Jade 
When you look at the world What do you see? Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia? Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
Authentic [adjective] described as being real 
I make mistakes and I'm not perfect
Flawless  This is me
My name is Brandon and I am a runner. I run, I work, I learn. I am always moving, even while asleep, and love to be outdoors. I love learning and growing and always knowing.
Empty inside Hollow and wanting, waiting Waiting to feel something wanting to feel anything I do feel Feeling only pain and anger
Me? I'm a person Just like anyone else.   Me?  I'm a poet  Can't you tell.   Me? I'm a singer Not very good.   Me? I'm a dreamer
I am exposed.  Here I am in my most pure form,  No filter. No edits. 
I, I am different without the filters, I sound different and look different when using filters. When I don't use filters, I sound and look nerdier than usual, I hate filters,
A wall, rising tall made of thick stones Guarded by hundreds of soldier Inside stands a king broad, strong, confident  he is impenetreble  Take down that wall Take away the soldiers
I only see myself once, maybe twice, a day. How can that be? You think, With a world of mirrors, cameras, and reflections, Everyone is everywhere. You're right, but I mean my real self.
  A filter is an unattractive face covered with a mask Spraying perfume at the trash Covering a bad hair with a hat  
This is who I am A line of just five A sister of three A daughter of one A friend of many This is who I am A student for life A love for music A life for writing
They wonder why they cry
I wake up With crazy hair and foul morning breathe Flawless I post up Unfiltered selfies to show the real me Flawless Ride round in it Until my mom need her car back for work Flawless
Why should I fear the night, that cannot touch this burning light?  
"Girl, you might as well just stop" Well , I dont believe I ever asked you When were you ordained the power of God to delegate what I can and what I cant do?
In an attempt to introspect I write this verse with my heart Very somber, filled with regrets But with clarity beyond any extrinsic breath
Loud mouth, Too many words being spoken
The eyes of my mother were a color that  enveloped me in her warmth. The brown rings surrounded me on days when I needed them the most, And drowned out any inhibitions
Beauty is being kind Beauty is being lovig Beauty is being compassionate Beauty is being understanding Beauty is being true   A pure and real self is who you are
I am a child of the sun, kissed to a golden caress of honey skin, shining bright on the outside from the light within I am the bird that flies without limitation through the endless sky, filled with the light blue hue of my aspirations
Here let me tell you about life out of disguise, About who we are, free of misconception and lies. Some people, they have got it all so, so wrong, Having countless filters on pictures and saying "selfie game strong".
A Selfie Cannot Reflect 
I’ve shoved myself relentlessly in to the Valencia, Ludwig, Sierra, and Hefe. I’ve broken my body to fit the mold.
Unmask me, what is it you see?  A striking smile, but I see a weary girl, seeking her strength. Green eyes hunting for her soul. Unmask me, what is it you see? Behind the eye shadow and lip gloss,
Can there really be someone better than me? No, there can't because  I'm the only one, you see Ain't very many people with my personality Not my name, not my talents or my family
I'm going to bring up Gender equality Being a "feminist" And what that means. Let's talk about stereotypes And why they exist Why we continue to accept The explanations they give As if:
You know it's hard to feel flawless when you've been where I've been, and seen what I've seen, and done what I've done.
Instagram is a trend most of us do Hash tag filter Hash tag life Hash tag me A filter out picture is what people see I’m more than a filtered out picture though In all honesty I know the real me
No flaw me eyes blue perfect hair I dont even have a dumbfounded stare Yes me . perfections my key Open minded , yes thats all me Let me not forget the best part of me
Get lost.  Just because we live in a world that is 2/3 extrovert does not mean I wish to join your ranks. I'm done with feeling less than because I would rather sit quietly and listen
From the coils on my head To the Birth mark on my right arm From the pigment of my skin To the beauty of my charm I am the expressed genes of my DNA Genetically selected me I must say  
Perfection does not come by easily. People strive for the unachievable, hoping that one day, they will swim freely In the see of thoughts and feelings. Only those who can swim and dive with ease are in control.
The trees are tall and powerful. Green moss is growing bright. Mountain views will take your breath away, You can see them dark or light. Dont be suprised if you find me here,
Every picture I take, I take with a sense of accomplishment. It's not the beauty of the picture or the perfection of it,  Its the understanding that I see behind a picture of myself.
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real. I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
Instagram doesn’t make you artist, 
I wish when I smiled, I meant it, I want my laugh to sound carefree like it did before, I need to be the center of the picture; so that I know I wont be the one on the outside. I miss the way I used to be, 
I'm not as skinny as I'm supposed to be  and don't have flawlwss skin.  My laugh is a little obnoxious, but hey this is me.  I don't cake my face with makeup  to live up to the "beauty standard"
I was born flawless Why you may ask Because I'm me And God made I'm a woman I'm a sister I'm a daughter I' m a best friend My imperfections make me flawless
I’m always complimented on my perfectly golden skin. My bronze hue holds the Flawless’ secret in an imperfect world
I am beauty. I may not look like it I may feel like it
#Don'tFilterMe Because I'm #Beautiful With all my imperfections Large pores Uneven skintone And acne scars No I'm not 5'10, size 2 Because I'm #Funsize Petite but hey
The Difference in my Style 
God's Perfect Imperfection I'm different. My body emanates with its own scent
                       Who I really am       A girl in her own world. So absorbed in it  that someone may mistaken her for being disabled.  So infused it can be hard to come out of it at times. 
The Way I walk and the way I talk Flawless The way I rock my hips and dip Flawless
Yea its me the diva. I'm the girl your guy wants. I'm that flawless girl making good grades and rocking pearls you know always rocking the new and fresh kicks always got something glossy on my lips
I will not hold a lie against my face, a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience. The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation is thunderous and inescapable. Their tiny, rough hands
In my filitered pictures... I am perfect I am errorless 
A dark waistland surounds me, all I see is nothing, but nothing dosen't see me.   The emptyness swallows me whole, but as I enter its throat, It spits me back out into the Valley of Nowhere.  
No filter is needed to see who this is A girl with such a bliss Someone who they miss But in history, they've shown of me what should be As now I uncover my destiny Now the filters may disappear
A pale white mask sits all alone Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown. Hidden behind it is an identity unknown The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
Me, Myself, and Myself This is everyone I trust I've been fooled and taken over My personal safety is a must   Me, Myself, and Myself These 3 are my bestfriends Im sure they won't ever  hurt me
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Who am I? I am your average teen. My parents are divorced. My friend has committed suicide. I’m not the riches or coolest person in the world. I don’t have tons and tons of friends.
Isn’t it weird how your unconscious consciously decides Based upon what you unconsciously desire So what you want isn’t what you admire
I come from backyard adventures, And big dogs, And mud pies made to share.   I come from loving arms,
Procrastinator Extremely awkward Rebellious only in her thoughts Flawed Expert of all things unimportant in life Completely insane Truly unique and one of a kind
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world. The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
The darkness of her hair The lightness to her eyes The sweetness to her voice The kindess to her soul She never lets you down She always is there She will keep you safe
You tell me I'm stupid, I'll show you my grades. You tell me I'm too smart,
Hands swiping the screen Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
Strip me from my makeup and remove me from my vanity, 
We live in a world of freedom yet hate, Where all face the gate of the fear for imperfection. To choose and stay behind this gate, And let words and actions choose your fate,
My name is A'Jayla All of Joy and Anger, I'm Young Filled with Longing and Amazement -
I was born into this world by parents and adopted by you You didn’t have to adopt me, but you wanted to keep me I wanted to be your pet, love and devoted to you it’s true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
I've once relied on someone, for love, security, and fun. I've learned you're the only person who cares for you most, only you can keep yourself so close. I can get through so much misery,
I hide who I am from most everyone today I was bullied and harassed back in the day It taught me to sit back quietly and assess Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
  The Infinite Ink He has no lead , no limits, he only knows write.
My image is captured
As a woman I can act like a lady I can dress like a lady I can expand my vocabulary so that  I sound like a lady I can walk with the right amount of sway Like a lady With just enough tease
Maybe I plaster a smile on my face to please The same pretty smile you see dancing across my Instagram feed You can question what's lurking in my psyche But I am not fake  
I , am original . Without the filters I think I am a pretty handsome person . Natural is what i am without technology . My own is what I am without technology .
The perimeter lush as an Irish spring Green with envy for affection The center soft as weak tea Gold as her virtue But then those black abysses Deep as the hell itself See anger, see pain, see hatred
Don't know who I am But I've been finding my way since six grade Small in stature , but stand like a statue. My eyes are innocent My power is fear But I strong ...
Lipstick and lip gloss. Eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara. BB cream, foundation, powder, and blush. Did you ever think that you look beautiful without all that makeup?
It's like I've landed on another atmosphere, Giving out my own female energy with my beauty.  My natural brownskin, glowing,
I am a figure Someome people looks up to for an uplift i am some one you can count on when you have a down day and felling disfigured i am sheeka short for danskia archanetta bogle  I am goofy and crazy
When people are unreasonable and selfish I want to forgive. I want to be the best me that I can be. I wish to give the world the best version of me, and hope that it is enough. I want to... Give my best anyway.
I am flawless because I am strong I'll never quit when things go wrong with much experience with good and bad I  still won't quit when I am sad no matter what puts me down I shine like diamonds on a crown
I am T I am 16 years old I am an African-American female I just want to be myself I'm tired of hiding who I am I'm tired of hiding who I am in every aspect of who I am
Picture this, a camera that only highlights true beauty My camera snaps a photo of all my natural flaws That is true beauy that reflects No filter needed The all High Mighty didn't need a filter
Is That Really Me? By Rachel Z   Is that really me?
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
What do you expect? All of me is what you get I never learned how to cover it up So what's with all this fuss I've fought too hard for this authenticity For your idea of simplicity I am me
Man meets woman with a sword in hand Like shooting stars caused by fate they clashed Falling into territory they didn't know where to land Original plans were shaken and not trashed  
Remarkable ​Sensational
I sit in class ready to learn but with a heart that’s been burned. Not because of a boy but because of what I have done to myself. The real me laughs but doesn’t smile
Long flowing hair Newly straightened teeth Swimsuit body and a heart that's free. Flawless is ambiguious Left to perspective If you ask me we are all flawless. Knowing right and wrong
A clear, deep voice rings across the room, It reaches me efficiently and fast. 
I walk alone sometimes. you may ask me how i am, i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.   I walk alone sometimes. it does not bother me,
The future is there
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
A blanket of purity Holes burnt into the fabric
I am original, Yes, I don't try to be a copy. Call me a criminal, But I am a Poppy. A Poppy who is digital, And very floppy. I am original, Yes I don't try to be a copy.
She watches and hears the pain of death; She stares at the flames that has taken the life of her sister; As tears silently flows down no sound is heard; But the screams of pain in a firey death;
I am an artistic soul. I sing, I dance, I make digital art. I am a diverse homosexual male With the essence of a female A flare of masculinity And a celestial heart.
When I take a picture   I smile and stare at my relfection.   My mind wonders if they will like it   if they will see me the way  I see me.  
Maybe I'd look happier, a little more confident. Like a princess, awakened from a hundred years of Slumber. Radiant and ready to RISE against the world. As beautiful as a WILLOW tree.
I love TV and all its perfectness.
It's a Monday morning and you've got to get up, You're tired, alone, down in the dumps, You want to slep, go out, stay at home, anything cool, Unfortunately, you know you've got to go to school,
Your determination and commitment is your life, How far are you willing to go, willing to fight? Commit to your husband or wife, stand by their side for life, Commit to school and follow the rules,
I am the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease no life long numbing agent that could soothe and heal it. It left a faded scar as a badge of honor.... It's. No. Breeze.
NO
Flawless???
Faking
  Marching Band
High stakes, no room for mistakes. I can almost see the finish line. My mother didn't go, my father quit too early, but I know for me it's a sign. I will be the first one to finish,
I wish I could be the pretty girl The popular one The one that everybody knows The one that everyone wants to talk to The girl everybody wants to hang out with But no I'm not the pretty girl
Me and Instagram we go back and forth like a pendulum
                          my eyes tend to judge me  my mind wonders recklessly as I stare in the mirror my eyes tend to judge me..could I make this any clearer?
"Earth to Alex!" every day. every morning in AP Gov, "Ground control to Major Tom..."  Head in the clouds  with an I've-gotta-get-out-of-here attitude. High Standards. Big Dreams.  
Big brown eyes, Maybe too slim,  Maybe too loud,  Hair too long, Maybe too out of control, We see how the media depicts us,  Women especially, No,
Underneath I have a dirty heart You all will fail, so I can win I am not clean and cut like my selfies But I am rough and tough like so many I do not really care about you So what if I lie and say that I do?
What is beauty? It is somewhat hard to say, Because all things are beautiful If you look at them the right way.   People focus on aesthetics; Imperfections they will hide.
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star? Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
Papa always told me I wasn't a porcelain barbie. He said I was too dark to be lovely, I had no pink cheeks nor colored eyes. He refused to stay home most of the time,
The Authentic Me by Hunter E Jones   Does the selfie define me? Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
Keandre Melton That's me Came from a family of struggles and hardwork That's me Watching my mom struggle because she lost her job That's me
My Definition Us human beings; residents of our minds & slaves of our soul We choose to see what is only wrong in every journey; what cannot be fixed
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm I parked in a garage, eat that Running late to school, teachers late
"Beautiful you are my child." Those were once my mother's favorite words. When this brown skined girl was nothing to nobody, I was something to her.
Who am I? A doctor, writer, or biologist A musician, detective, or radiologist Who am I? A dancer, veterinarian , or accountant A teacher, athlete, or consultant Who am I?
Dark glasses onHand cuffs broken in two
If you're looking for a laugh, holler at me and I'll come running, I'll make you laugh.   If you're looking somber and blue I will take notice an I'll come running I'll make you smile.  
Flaw (flo) n. 1. An imperfect or defective part, as a crack or blemish. 2. An intangible defect < a character flaw> -flaw v. -flaw'less adj. -flaw'lessly adv. -flaw'less.ness n.   
Every day is a gift,  all the days just flow so swift try to live positive & for others try to uplift... <3 You are here for a reason bigger than you I know some time you wonder what am I here to do? Is it some thing huge &  grand, here...
OMG- there he is- Fix your hair, don't breathe in. If you do, he’ll think you're fat, And you totes don't want him thinking that.  
A face that's kind, With just few zits. A smile that is funnier than an orange rind, With a really slow wit.   A walk without balance or grace. A mind filled with irrational fears.
Numb, cold, tired, aching, and exhausted. I am in survival mode, just trying to survive. It seem that every time I find a small bit of happiness in life, there is a cloud of gray that sets in.
Flawless is my name Chin up, looking forward past the past and beyond my future, cocky I am not. My determination and demeanor tells it all My eyes are on the prize and he they will never wonder My goal is success
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me.  I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
You tell me I am flawed
I believed I belonged on the ground. That I shouldn't make a sound.
In a dusty
Perfection; The most desired thing, The all-consuming and pointless thing, That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.   There are so many things we all want to change,
What defines a flaw? Is it a crack, a break, some inherent defect that causes pain? Or is it something picked up along the way?   See, I believe that there is an Awesome God who designs us all,
I am my scars They paint my body, and my heart A story for the reader If they can see it   The one on my wrist from petting a cat Visiting a shelter, holding death I went despite my allergies
ME
To myself the thought of flawless becomes a thought of flaws Here lies flawless, and here lies me I appear below flawless For I sink below into the midst of my flaws
Knowledge is like pearls fallen On a clean slate. A connect-the-dots; A complex task; to be taken
My heart that is made of gold.   My lips that are ruby red truths and bold.   My face that is bronzed by kindess and beauty.     I am FLAWLESS 
Nobody’s perfect.
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
i used to shudder when i looked in the mirror
I am beautifully and wonderfully made. I am not perfect. I am perfectly flawed. I aim not to impress but be the best me. I wake up with determination and go to sleep with satisfaction I reach for success
We met in the summer of eighth grade you didn’t knock on my door for a civilized visit you slammed into me like a high-speed train on adderall made me forget to breathe &  forget to want to breathe
I am Cateleya Turner, a strong and a fearless woman
When I look in the mirror, who do I see? A beautiful black girl with, A smooth queenly head, dark and lovely, held high, glimmering with Fierceness, Pride, and Innate awesomeness.
My body is a temple built upon rolling hills that collide with the clouds and can almost touch the sky. My body is a temple full of growth, sunshine, green pastures, and sweet melodies.
Change this, and change that, just to fit in with everyone’s expectations, But I don’t want to be a replica of someone else My life isn’t anything like in an animation One true way to success is being yourself  
I looked down at my small, pale hands And wondered how I could do this. Without the granting of my earlier wish, There was no one to help, no one to understand.  
Trigger Warn
LOOK at me. STARE at me.   PIERCE with your judging eyes  
There are times in life where I
I know fear and loathing
Look around ladies, and tell me what you seeSociety's telling us all how to act, look, and who to beBeyoncé said it best when she woke up without a flaw,Now raise up with pure confidence, make the doubters stand in awe.
My crown I behold  not many have it so I'm told I'm not talking about a crown made of gold it doesn't have diamonds, rubies, or other precious stones No, this crown I behold
Me, Myself, Personally…   I am, the smile that stretches for                         miles
The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop can be faded or everlasting. Blowing your breath along its surface and slide nimble fingers across and for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks
When you were little, you were small. Everyone was. When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans, Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
“Just pull your hair up like this, let the world see your pretty face Just smile baby girl,  life is just an endless race   Don’t you cry when you fall to the ground
When they ask me why I shaved my head   I say “because I was tired of my hair”   I was tired from the experiences curled up in each lock.  
Culture dictates hair be smooth sleek and straight, Professional hair is not out of place. It is hard to love your hair when it goes
Atlas knelt, arms rippling, aro
When I reached pubertyMy mother began to destroy mePiece by piece  
 
T-A-L-LA
T-A-L-LA
Forget my skin, forget my look Let go of my scars, look past my weakness Answer my question of who I truly am What am I to you? What am I to me?
How do you love something so flawed? How can you stand the image in the mirror? Lost in the flaws of what you see, lost in the questions of what could we be.  Don't you feel tired of regret?
Hi, red-headed man with a poetry book!Hi, big-eyed, drooling baby!Hi, hard-working and talented cook!Hi, tiny, wildly-dressed lady!
I play softball,
I'm lost in a world that wants to bring me down
Curly hair- How do I handle you? Not a typical Polish girl’s trait  Standing out like a red bush  and making me uneasy I get this nauseous feeling 
I am shaped by the insecurities that haunt me   And yet I refuse to let them control who I truly am    Eternally subdued in flaws but intensely battling to recognize my flawlessness
I have mastered the art of being flawless. There's nothing more perfect about me, than my imperfections. I'm beautiful both from within and on the outside. Beauty isn't just being thin,
Struggling within something's grasp, Trying to wriggle my way out.
stroke of brush paint drips down, down until color runs thin a bulb is formed fingers run lazily, dazedly over the imperfection imperfect perfect is opinion flawless is a flaw  
These hand
Worthless. Fool. Ugly. Unimportant. All words that come to mind when I think of me. Flawless? That isn’t me.
Love yourself. Every part of you. Every BRIGHT LIGHT everyone can see.
You know what makes me flawless?
I wake up I dress up
I’m not the girl that just sits in class or the one that never does her homework. I’m not the girl who doesn’t know the answers
Everybody be slammin on Kim K: She's dumb She's rich You're jealous Kim K has a body, and you can't stand it You can't begin to comprehend how Kim could be a bright girl's role model.
Being impeccable is over-rated, unattainable, impossible, and even outdated. I prefer my goofy smile,  and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle, over that of a life monotonous with perfection.  
  For the first time in my life I am proud.   Proud of the young lady I've become.   My past is no lnger haunting me; owning up to everything I've done.  
I have come to a consensus To respect my bare hands, And to gleam at the man I have built To add structure to surrounding lands. I have also learned over time To disregard the closed doors,
Waking in the morning is already hard enough Putting makeup on that early is getting pretty tough. All the concealer and foundation to cover up your "mess"
I have come to a consensus To respect my bare hands, And to gleam at the man I have built To add structure to surrounding lands. I have also learned over time To disregard the closed doors,
Wishing I could be like them. Social, outgoing, perpetually cool daring, throw caution to the wind, chuck the rules. Like Friday night at the game in the stands,
Is flawless being perfect? Or is it striving for greatness because you're worth it?
Brainwashed into insecurity, Never enough in this corrupt society. What is beauty, anyway? Perhaps it’s determined by what numbers say, But to me true beauty is not quite that.
To be brought and to age      in a world of masks To be raised and trained      to forge my own To be afraid to be without it   At the end of the day      I'm still me
Okay, let me start with my opening phrase:   Keep your mind open to what I am about to say.   Why? Because deep down inside we're different. Deep down inside we are evil.
Quiet are the whispers in my ear, gently taking root in my deepest fragments of sleep: ocean currents welling deep inside, strange beasts stirring in silent  
I was broken. Shattered.
compare my bones to flower petals and stardust and i'll show you the iron coiled around my  bones. compare my skin to milk in old-fashioned cartons,  white lights and negative space,
I woke up like this… You woke up like this… Who woke up like this? Flawless.   Saying we look so good tonight, But how will we feel tomorrow? Guilt, Shame, Nausea?
I am a woman who can do it all Even though I am so small I have so much potential  because I know most of the essentials
In and from this world what do we really want?
Do this, go here, be that, do the impossible. Every day we hear these commands in everything we do. I don't know about you, but I've had enough.
One day I looked into my mirror and it started to speak, it said
wip
i woke up like this: with dark, tired eyes still heavy like the night sky refusing to budge against the rising sun.   i woke up like this:
I see hope. I see light. I see a love For life that might Hide deep inside His heart, Beneath pain and sorrow That tears him apart.   I hear cries. I hear sobs.
I am a paradox with skin and bones. The Sleeping Repunzel you pass in the hall way.
Slurred images sink in that void of unconsciousness; That daily death that dies at dawn, And shrinks in fear of the Nine-to-Five pawn.   I listen and I hear from The Collegiate Sage
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take.   Legs so powerful that carry my weight   and knees that allow them to bend.   I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
The people that reside here in this mess Would have you believe
Who has the right to tell us who we are? To tell us that we need to change? To tell us that we aren't up to the standards? To tell us that we're too different? That we're undesireable.
I adore them all My personal flawless flaws They are who I am
Twenty photos taken Ten are deleted Five are retaken Ten show the camera’s reflection on my glasses The other five look hideous: My baby cheeks seem to be bulging; My skin is flushed out;
A poem about confidence is a lot like a poem about love; They both involve deep emotions that can only be unlocked by one’s self. Whether it be confidence or love, when push comes to shove,
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed to be in this world created by God. Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed, Are exactly where he meant them to be.  
She knew there are other things that I am thankful for. But there is this one object that she has to thank more.
one single saffron dress that is flaw-
  After Beyonce's ***Flawless
The  secret  to sucess is what makes me flawless Confidence is key to a certain degree. When you keep your chin up and get back in the stirrup. Nobody can slow you down.  
As I step up to the 
Flawlessness Confidence within Free from manipulation Self empowered, justified pride Autonomous
The images flashing across TV screens,
Flawlessness. Confidence within. Free from manipulation. Self empowerment, justified pride. Autonomous.
Flawlessness. Confidence within. Free from manipulation. Self empowerment, justified pride. Autonomous.
I use to feel so disgusted by those hurtful words telling me that I wasn't pretty enough  slim enough 
My life has never been perfect but what is perfection?   Is perfection when you're always happy
The rose of my compass spins wildly, Desperately chasing after this world’s unachievable goals.
She is full of compassion Poker-faced to hide her emotion Magentic charm that draws them near like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear Some call her a chameleon  Camouflaged with every story
Maya Angelou called herself a phenomenal woman, so why should I not
You said you cared, but did you really? Well,that was a lie. You looked me into my very own eyes and lied. How could you? Sorry is for suckers. That's exactly what you are too. It was my fault in believing in you.
To the dictionary, 
they tell you that beauty is more than skin deep,  but they forget to tell you that flaws are too and
Its purpose is to make a flawless shape Aren’t we as humans like a shape it makes? With arms, legs, head and hair To fit the dimensions that make us so fair.   Except this cookie cutter cannot will not,
BORING ANNOYING LOUD AWKWARD FAT UGLY  and every bad thing inbetween You are not important You are not part of the league
  Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
She’s at the top of the mountain they say, but I’m down here waving at those further above me. What I call average, others call outstanding. They see me in a way I don’t.   Perspective is the key.  
Whether or not you are famous  Whether or not you are you Waking up in the morning, did it ever feel so cruel? Did you ever have to look at them and want to be glamourous? I feel like me
God designed me in his own imageTherefore I am worthy of this privilegeNo one is able to tear me downBecause I was designed with a purpose and my King game me a crownMy hazel green eyes pull you deep inside
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
Early mornings
The wind howls through the forest in the darkness of the night
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page. Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections Boring And Unattainable.
Pay no heed to the pretentious standards. Low-class, high-class, nothing! In other words- A worthless ladder of pity and pride. How well are those on the pitiful side? They certainly aren't with those in the stars.
What is it about me that speaks and spreads love? That admiration I seek is a gift from above that not only do I give, but I expect nothing in return well...sometimes... but that's another lesson learned.
Stay Golden Pony Boy Don't let the bad corrupt the good
 Over the Mexican Gulf I flew above the water blue   I'm grateful to stand in the land of the free a gift that my people wish they'd see  grateful I am to be  able to watch the western sky glow
Me
I like to think I am unique, that without filters I am that much more special than everyone else. But I am not more special than everyone else, because that is an oxymoron. Everyone is special and unique,
Imperfection leads to authenticity, A proclivity derived from the resiliency to accept the mimicry of the picture perfect imagery set by reality callously. Merely reality wants us to fall into synchronicity,
I am flawless I am perfect  There is not one thing    wrong                                        strange                                        terrible
I am flawless in my acidental cruelty My ability to destroy is without price I can kill my characters without a sweat and cuss a bluestreak when I'm mad But that is not what counts in this world  
I get fiesty when people get mean I get bothered when people are ignorant I don't stop when I'm told  "let it go" I don't forget when people are rude If you insult a person for a person, I'm at you
Slow melody reminds me Of the soft blackness Caressing my cheek Silence also describes The unusual feeling   Still, already full The dark abyss Falls endlessly Holding all but
The question “Who are you?” has been presented to me many times. I am cool. I am the quiet breeze that stalks the ends your hair during your peaceful walk home. I am a humble nod, I am a passive nod.
From her curly hair, to her short cocoa legs  she was flawless  Her brown eyes were soft and innocent  but yet, they were flawless  From the way she spoke with powerful words,
  It’s tough when you’re forced to grow up in a world Where Barbies are standards for each little girl I’ve had too many friends feel they’re less than they are
Flawless, an 8 letter word which means lacking imperfection. I wasn't born flawless, in fact I had to   work hard to reflect semi-correction. I don't have a body image problem. Although I see it everyday
And I don't want you And I don't need you Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong
My Mind is Beautiful   My mind is beautiful. An infinite universe
Letter after letter, Word after word Left on the ink stained page. All the lines are blurred.   My mind struggles to find The right words to say, But what can be said
I'm Impefectly perfect!  I don't follow the crowd, I do what I want. Standing out is something I enjoy doing. I like to be noticed as the girl who everyone talks about;
What makes me beautiful? That's the question i ask myself. As i stare into the mirror, am i happy with what i see? Does my reflection really appear to be me?
Powerful and Strong, She controlled the room. She was Queen of her audience,
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth, I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v. Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.   But really I'm just fine being me. No need to worry, I'm always happy.
My darling, you are so beautiful. The word for your flawlesness has not yet been invented  your beauty spills lawlessly  forward
Energy, Great, Cute     Why do I need a filter?  Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet     Why do I need to be fake?  Nice, Helpful, Talented?        I don't need a filter to live. 
Squares in a series; Each song helps paint my story. They call me: FLAWLESS.  
There is a wall up, A wall that no one can see. The wall is what hides me,
Sick of division, powered by ambition Brushed into a corner from their social superstition   What's your favorite color, boy? White girls are who he enjoys Therefore I'm not worthy of his attention
They said I have to look a certain way to be beautiful, but I'm already beautiful. They said I have to conform to fit in, but that's not me. Who am I? What is my purpose?
I suppose that in a way
The trees whisper to me on windy days,
The trees whisper to me on windy days,
when i hear the word flawless i think about all the blemishes on my face the many scars and marks that cover my body the lion mane that covers my head and the jagged row of teeth that i have
Blank canvases that inhale and exhale with motives to live. That's all we are painted by Biology a gamble in the darkness of who wins the lottery of appeal.   Sometimes we are created
I was in sixth grade when I realized I was bigger than all of the other girls in my grade. Not even a teenager yet, and I already thought that there was something wrong with me
Blood as red as a rose They said death was something that you just chose Truthfully it chose you
I Give You By Sean K   I give you my word... To my right, my half family To my left, my half family In front, my divorced parents   I give you my time...
Child abuse is reported every 10 seconds.
  Countless times, life gets me down, Far from flawless, I keep my frown. But times start to take a turn,
No make-up, no hills Just me.
I am a Goddess My confidence orbits the sun Some may see my abundance of self-love as conceit They would be undoubtedly wrong I am simply in touch with my inner Deity
Perfect this.
Flaw Laws By Samuel Michael Bienemy   Your flaws aren't what make you Your heart is what breaks you Your mind is wha makes you Your body is what frames you
Look in the mirror and see a copy Comes close, but without a doubt, it isn't me I'm constantly judged, but their judgments are sloppy Lately, it’s like criticism has become a hobby
Each day I spend looking into the eyes of othersAt this girl who writes meaningful poemsAt this girl who watches way too much tvAt this girl who makes sarcastic remarks about every little thing
Some of you out there may not believe I deserve your respect, But I believe I do. You think I didn't do anything to deserve your respect or anyone else's, But you are wrong.
There it sits in the corner o
Me
  imperfection is something only others see and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be so why waste time and pick out my flaws
In the mirror, who is that? A reflection of a beautifully imperfect creature. One who is not perfect, but flawless, no one can tear you down, you have built yourself up out of the ashes.
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s Unlike the rest I'm not flawless in my face But flawless in my ways My body shape may not be the Same But that doesn't subtract from my beauty nor my good grades F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
In my own mind, Im already there. There is not a place. Its a state of being. Just to be what I need to be. Not a Model, Not a singer, Not a desperate friend who wants to be closer, but something more.
I made my mother proud by getting good grades, I made my best friend smile for the first time after her break up, I made my coworker's day by complimenting a new hair cut, and I made my classmates laugh by telling a joke.
We are not without flaws  Not you not me not Bob down the road 
Even though she wakes up at 5am everyday,
A Message    
Am I Perfect? My body is small hardly like a barbie doll. My hair is thick and dark It is bold as if making a loud remark My eyes are almond shape a brilliant brown i can't escape
Love Is Love  
Because when I woke up this morning, the first thing I did WASN'T to look in the mirror. Because before I left this moning, the first thing I DIDN'T do was focus on what I am not.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault; The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth. Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are, So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
Being flawless is not a trait that I used to see within myself It was soemthing that I worked for, but never felt as though I would claim as mine... I read about becoming flawless, the makeup piles stacking up on each shelf,
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring, Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock, Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…
the mysteries of genetics have conspired against me blotting, bulging, blackening. tearing at a person staring shredding my hope of decency my one wish to be clear and free  
  Good Enough Many thought rushing through my mind, Visions of how it’s “supposed to be”. Am I good enough? I’m sick of all these images I see.
Every picture of me that I personally take does have some editing of my face.
A line of coal across the lid A swipe of black added to the lash Loose curls cascading down Don't look in the mirror they said Conceited
I'm alright, everything is fine I just be myself, no need to whine No need for other's opinions Only need the people that matter to me  And most importantly... myself!
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power. A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower. Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee? I am fearless, and I will be a queen.  
Every moment i perch myself upon that plastic seat, i wait. Every time the sting of feelings prick my eyes, i wait. Every sound that occurs to my ears, i wait.
I flip through magazines Drenched with fragrance
I’ve stopped drinking from the wishing well of health Guaranteed to keep you young and make all your wishes Come true. Despite the try my will ran dry Has I came to the realization not everything is flawless
Broad shoulders, But not broad enough. Can't carry those burdens as big as boulders.  
When I was young I never played outside,
Always by your side shall I stay
An eerie feeling fills my spirit.
It's all the flaws that make us all unique. Though I am not, and never will be, the size of mannequins at the boutique.   Even with all of my "flaws", they would say, my nose, my ears, my feet,
My silence is perfect although You may think it not. Silence is powerful 
Beauty is not a simple thing,
Beauty is not a simple thing,
I am flawless because i am forgiven Washed to purity By love that wrote eternity A sinner declared saved I will never be betrayed I am loved by Him And when I fail He forgives again
I am not perfect. I may have a 4.0 GPA, Volunteer in several clubs, And have a plethora of friends. But I am not perfect. I am, however, flawless. Being flawless does not mean being mistake-free.
I am not the shade of my lipstick.Instead I am the
Wickedly Talented, Idina Menzel She shows me what is truly like to be flawless She makes mistakes She laughs it off She gets nervous She has heartbreak She is exhausted She works hard
i had always viewed myselF
You, sir, may not think I’m pretty You may even think that I am petty And you can believe that I am a petty, not pretty woman But I am confident and beautiful and I am flawless  
While your mind sits listlessly on its throne, mine ventures to the edges of imagination. Opening up doors you unknowingly pass by, taking notes all the while,
What is “Flawless”? Like what does it mean? You don’t know, well here is a definition Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect Now tell me are you flawless?
There's something I want to start with, that any objections to women being unable to have power because of womanly issues is a myth, I know there are plenty of strong women, and I know because of you my friend.
Hello My name is Jasmine I mean my name is Young I mean my name is Girl I mean my name is Woman   Hi there I’d like to tell you a story About summer When it’s hot
Does the sweet honey of my skin bother you? Does my caramel point of view bother you? Does my cascade of black droplets make you fall to the ground?   When I open my mouth and close it
What's nice about me? What do I see?  Hell, wouldn't I like to know.    The words beauty, flawless, and pretty those aren't words that come to mind
I am supposed to write about how I am flawless How I have no faults and am perfect But you see,    I am not flawless I am not perfect  I am only me   I make mistakes daily
I am who i am, I've been hurt but who hasn't,,
Flawless?
Flawless?
I see those around me
I once tended to a rose, laid limply in a garden, whose petals seemed to bleed, and stem wanted to cut open the flesh of others, the flesh of those  who only saw it's temporary beauty.  
Full of imperfections that make me who I am, I am not afraid. I am defected, my thoughts aren't processed like everyone elses. I think thoguhts together; they all mix.
I'm flawless by the curve in hip
I am flawless from my head to my toes No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold I shine so bright and I don't need to be told For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
No false bravado, before your eyes- What you see is what you get, no cloak no disguise. Despise me if you must, for I follow no one- I choose my own path, for I am my fathers’ son.
They said I be flawless Said I be drop dead gorgeous and unapologetic for it They said I be temple Be home to the broken bones those odds tried to stack against me My brilliance is immeasurable
I stroll aimlessly along the crowded sidewalk Teeming With people of all races, heights, weights, stories I can’t help but wonder What events are unfolding
I am a smart, a black, a female. Respectively. Collectively. None out weighing the others. None counter acting the others. None at war with the others. But all in utopia. All at equilibrium.
Romans 5:18 "I loved you at your darkest" I have loved you at your darkest, my child, despite all you're hurt and pain. I loved you while you were on your phone searching for love and love again.
While so many women are fixing their smile And going to salons to get their hair dyed I am being told that I have beautiful eyes But as radiant as your smile could be And as piercing as your eyes may be
Quick take a picture What can we see? An everlasting flawess flitered picture of me Hair done Skin soft Eyebrows on fleek Eyes tipped Black dip, winged tip on me
I walk the school walkways with my head held high, Tough and fierce, they know that I mean business I defy the stereotypes
my chest risesjust as the sun doesand water coursesthrough Motherjust as blood does my veinsshe takes my breath awayand I cry in jealousyas she begs me, pleaseto love myself
We need to be more careful with the words that we’re articulating ‘Cause up til now all these rhymes have been self-deprecating All the girls obsessed with “depressed” and self-harm,
When you feel weak, think of this- your skin literally absorbs sunlight and turns into vitamin D so that your bones stay strong. Darling, your body feeds on stars, it is the universe that keeps you alive,
I find it difficult to run for numbers these days. I go out to cross the finish line, I pat myself on the back simply for making it through. The people I love watch me and not watches, they offer their supportive shoulders
My old friend, long since living in Tanzania was a friend of living. "You are flawless" she crooned. "Trust me, I know."
Wow
Born beautiful, I am the epitome Of self-confidence
Years of bullying and I'm still head strong Over the past few I'm still going on Unsing my friends to help to support me  
Scratch a glass, deform it Screw perfection Break a glass, and it is enlit Bent into a new creation   Your glass is intact, glistening with care You are vulnerable
One day my father asked me what I wanted to do, I lied.
You judged me
Growing up an obese child Feeling alienated by peers mind was running wild           heart breaking through the years being told I had a pretty face Getting affection was really rough
When He looks at me He sees no flaws When He thinks of me There are no scars
I am not flawless. Not on my own. I try and try to perform and smile and be flawless. It doesn’t always work. But then, a sweet voice breaks into my inner chaos and I am reminded: He is flawless.
Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to. As we grow up, we have to choose. Life goes by fast. You go from playing in a sand box to waiting for a boy who doesn’t know if he should ask.
Born 7 weeks early, small as could beToday I am over five foot threeMy classmates would tease meLook at the little baby boyOh he's so cute, just like a little toy
I was taught that I should chase after who I please  But what if who I please does not desire me? Growing up in a town of a city, blonde hair with blue eyes was what was considered pretty
To be Flawless is defined as: to be without any blemishes or imperfections, However, Society defines it as: to pursue subliminal correction through lethal injection.  
Her mind is a mess of colors and shapes,
My feet fly light and the sun shines bright On the day of lovely leaves. Whispering amongst each other, many secrets shared. Smoothly shifting between one conspirator and another,
I kneel down before the porcelain throne, Seeking the body shape you think I should own. I’m all alone. Counting calories, watching my weight, Trying to lose the figure you hate. Slam my fist in the mirror
Skin and Bones: A Poem by Tyler Shreve-Smith
They say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' What will The Beholders think when they see me?
Perfection in sublime imperfection Unique by design, The Creator’s creation echoes Eternal Soaring, reverberating, carving past present streams of stalagmites, the stale and the nocturnal  
Ever since I was a little girl, I was always told I was beautiful or cute. From my wide blue eyes To the way my hair would curl. As I grew older… Words remembered, encouraged Me to go forward.
Life is too short to stop me from living my life. I may want what other seem irrational. But all my life it's what I've used, To keep me stable, sane, and stationary. Stationary yet I'm always moving.
Took me a while to wake up looking this good My life had rocks and boulders  They have only helped me to wake up like this Now look at me   
Peaking into the mirror I halt.
  My older sister thinks that Madonna gave her a lobotomy, When she’s at the tail end of her medication and needs more, And even when she’s on them she talks off to the side,
Me
I am ME.   I am not you. I can not do you. You can not do me. I can do me.   I Sing like me, Laugh like me, Look like me.   Not You.  
Constantly,trying to climb higher, So that,one day,I can obtain , what I desire. The passion inside of me,
  You touch. No second guesses. Pull. Only common occurrences.  Pinch! Not senseless. Poke. Nor offensive. I guess I might ask questions too if I were you.
Tall, Thin, Wealthy, Eye-catching. Nowadays, society values and feels magnetized to those who who are so materialistically aesthetic. Superficiality is a concept that is
"What is it that makes you flawless?" You ask. 
I am more than meets the eye.
I am me. Myself. And I. And no one can take that away from me. The darkness that covers the Earth at night, cannot change the fact that yes, my skin is not perfect.
With curves large and wide that are slick as butter   brown hair that glistens in the sun   Hazels eyes that reflect the way I feel     A bubbly personality for everyone there   Short temper that gets the best of me   A follower of God,jesus hims
I'm lazy. I'm 19 years old and I have been blessed with the ability to dance, sing, write, but I'm lazy. I noticed I only come alive when performing or at parties and it's starting to bother me.
Beauty is radiant Power from within 
Every time I look at her she doesn't fail to impress me  with her flawless skin her long dark hair  glowing smile cute brown eyes  and a real womens body 
Beauty is more than what is seen with the eyes, what I have is hidden. More than just a beating heart with a pretty smile, i have a free spirit too. How could you ever tell,
FLAWLESS SCHOLARSHIP   Beauty is a battle people tend to face. Some cost it; others just chase. The beauty, the glam, the entire fame,
Yes I know I'm flawless Wow look at that confidence  I look at others so pretty and petite But only wonder why they do not eat   I love to live and live to love
The music moves through my arms Every inch dances
The realization that no one is perfect. we all have a few scratches and bruises. Chapped lipped, prickly legs. gapped tooth, four eyes. Ashy skin, booger nose crazy hair. That's me.
In a perfect world, It is hard to be flawless...
Those around me seem to think there is a standard of being... In my own valleys and tunnels there was truth   I cringed at the dip of my hips, my attraction to feminity,
“I woke up like this” Or maybe “I was born this way” Heck I don’t know But either way is okay   I could say I worked hard for a body like this Or that I spent hours Plumping my lips
My hair and I were unhappy Waking up with broken hairstrands got old I wanted my hair to be straight  I wanted it to be soft with shine like gold My hair and I were unhappy That was just 2 years ago  
What about my forefathers who have past away.What about the race riot that continues today.Are our people safe in any way?Or, we just a thought for another dying day?
From the sway in my hips when I walk
People view me as four eyes, But when I take those glasses off it’s something about those chestnut brown eyes that sucks you in. You began to take notice of this young woman’s other captivating features.
I am BEAUTIFUL Through glasses and worn shoes that have been forgotten, I stand as a woman who is looked on as beautiful, Through torn clothes and worn hands ,
We know what they all want. The movie makers and picture takers, The volatile societal model, Which we ourselves put up on a pedestal. A false god constructed from plastic surgery, And hair extensions.
In my head there is music
A quality of mine that's worthy of some praise Such a pride evoking poser, on which one could brag for hours. The subject of this sonnet, such is the question I must raise
Flawless- Faultless- Perfect- These meaningless adjectives are Simply unachievable aspirations, False identities and shallow portrayals. Flaws are what make up our mortal beings,
I’ve evolved  Not changed  disfigured   or maimed   My original template Is the same  My self image  I must proclaim   Is flawless The epitome of a goddess    
Waking up every morning, I take a look in the mirror in my room.   She stares back at me, that girl on the glass. Her eyes have much to say, yet they remain ever so gloom. Is she waiting…hoping for a chance?  
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
I’m drowning in myself   I can’t catch a break And can’t catch a breath   I’m drowning, the darkness spreading   Seeping into my heart And seeping into the fabric of my soul  
I’m drowning in myself   I can’t catch a break And can’t catch a breath   I’m drowning, the darkness spreading   Seeping into my heart And seeping into the fabric of my soul  
Looking into the abyss What do I see? I see me Wearing my ugg boots And skinny jeans “I am pretty” I say “I am smart” I say “I am me” I say  
That magnificent thing that beats in my chest, Thumping along it seems to be blessed With mechanisms that never rest; No matter how many heart breaks How many mistakes
it's hard to believe i'm ***FLAWLESS sometimes but looking at the evidence, who can deny? with the way syncopated drum rhythms wrap around my head like a crown
Highly underrated  Highly anticipated  Got one goal that is being the greatest  Prove doubters wrong when I make it  Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant 
"No thanks. Too dark. Not cute. Not my type."
Love yourself first, Love your imperfections, Love your crazy side, Love your silly side,
i wake in the morning, having no warning, of how i would be looked at like i have on a funny hat.   i walk through the halls with no fear at all knowing that who i am
I once heard an old wrinkly man call his old wrinkly wife beautiful. I cringed and squinted, turned my head and tried to understand  what part of her old wrinkly face was beautiful.
Beauty has made her choice. She chose the Beast.  Beauty is intelligent. She chose her books. Beauty is kind. She chose happiness. Beauty is fearless.
I once told my mom in front of the bathroom mirror that there was not one part of my body that I really liked   Not my small “Chinky” eyes, that disappear when I smile Not my dry, rough hands,
Flaws are Less than what I am. What I am defies the laws-- that entrap me when I'm caught, enslave me when I've stopped,
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be? The two arms and legs that extend directly from me? That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
When she was a child She was flawless Despite her tangled hair That her mommy Called “The Nest” She was flawless
Dear Diary, Today I was pushed to the ground,
I have sharp edges. I jut out and I cut if you get too close. I am terrifying and I am intense and I am beautiful.   I am not worried about being flawless because I like that my skin
As the unwanted mask stares back at the reflection   She tells it that it looks better  and that all her insecurties are concealed under that was the foundation of her life 
Humans have flaws, so as a rule we're not flawless. But those who accept it would appear to be lawless. I am a man, with a name of the other. I'm often mistaken for another Asian's brother.
I love that I think I’m intelligent. I love that I think I’m hilarious. I love that I think I’m nice. I love that I think I’m drop dead gorgeous.
three seconds   the adrenaline pumps, pumps, pumps and your veins fill with something electric something unnameable something holy   two seconds   your breath is fast and shallow
In front a mountain, Behaind -a trap, a pit, Nothingness. Let today be the day I conquer.   Those who fall behind, Risk leaving their head, a life. Let today be the day I conquer.  
I am not ugly,
I embody everything I thought I couldn't be  I am a spitting image of everything I thought I wouldn't be I look in the mirror and feel full;
It's so hard seeing from one good eye Because that's the only eye you can go by At least the only one you trust to guide you right Can only see half as good through them dark nights 
Stared in the Mirror.  
It's so hard seeing from one good eye Cause that's the only eye you can go by Atleast the only one you trust to guide you right Can only see half as good through them dark nights 
No knows, why the sequoia stands so tall, From below, it’s just another tree, But through the storms it never fall, Stretching skyward, and free.   It isn’t adorn with fragrant flowers,
Beauty reso
I was 7 years old when i was told i was ugly that i had four eyes and big bucked teeth, that I was fat with a crooked smile that not even mother could love me  
The rain, Its such a marvelous thing. Washing away the impurities Splashing against the ground Like small soldiers dropping Scrubbing, Scrubbing away all the ugly.
I look in the mirror, What do I see?
Art can be beautiful, or it can be hideous. Yet in all its imperfections lies perfection.   It matters not the skill of the hand, or the depth of the mind.
With pen and paper It is beauty I create I am an artist
I woke up like this 5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those” I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes
Me
No one else is me, And no one else will ever be. My hair, eyes, and face No one can replace.   What makes me quirky, What makes me ME, Is something I will always be.  
I was taught since birth,Trained like a circus animal,To focus only on my flaws,Ache over every splintered quality,And strive for perfection.  
Do not tear at your mirror Do not pull at your skin
Look at the ads out right now advertising “the perfect body” What is  wrong with society? Perfect is not defined as a flat stomach and a thin physique But when girls see those pictures, they don’t eat for a week
A pearl, Dipped in love and frosted with perfection,
Pefection  - not real always striving - reaching high never satisfied!
The reflection continues to change everyday The days become longer and harder to handle The voices in my head telling me to give up I need to be strong, hold my head up high My true intentions are never heard
I am from frigid rinks, from bruised knees and injuries. 
Queen Bey chants, “we flawless, ladies tell em,”
Be yourself following trends  let the trends follow you follow the leader let the leader follow you be yourself because no one else can 
He holds my hand While we stare at art pieces All through the museum in perfect silence He tells me I belong on the wall With the rest of the masterpieces; I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
Hide the truth written on the face,
News styles flood our stores and closets every day, but what you wear won't hide your dismay.  You dye our hair, paint your face, and try to act like someone you are not,
When I look out and see the world today, It shames me to know the lack of kindness. That’s why I try to keep evil at bay: Lack of integrity is a crisis.   I wish to see the world bloom with niceness;
We see them everywhere, Masks that hide who a person really is inside. Their mask may have perfect hair, Or maybe it makes their stomach one less size. And, maybe it feels like we're obligated to wear them,
It is as an old photograph, fading with every second
Her hair is a mess, her eyes are swollen
When I was in middle school, I went through a phase.
As I move once again to a new state. I hold on to all the memories   Willingfully I go with a heavy heart but hopeful spirits.   Now I say to myself,
I am flawless because I am strong from once being weak, I am not flawless because they told me to shrink, I am flawless because I am successful and will threaten a male,
I won't turn my back, after being your friend And drive your name into the ground I won't abandon you when you need me Because you can be tough to deal with I notice I am different, in this aspect that is
The potential of man is so grand a phrase  I see images of Ubermensch ascending from caves
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the Skin cells we shed each day, so Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper Look, for true beauty lies within  In the muscle that gives me strength And connects the
Beauty is as thin and temporary as the Skin cells we shed each day, so Pull out the X-ray and take a deeper Look, for true beauty lies within  In the muscle that gives me strength And connects the
#flawless There’s always two souls to a person The one everyone sees from day to day And the one that hides and waits for the chance of immersion Because she never witnesses daybreak
Flaw(less) Freckles.
Flashback   A blast from my past   10 years old and growing fast       A sweet little girl   Innocent and pure  
i woke up like this, sun in my eyes sqinting towards the day ahead. beary eyed and a dry mouth with a side of drool a disheveled mess with a good morning sounding like a grunt. 
Oh! The ugly emotions that we all feel, the ones with which we're not sure how to deal.    Feeings like anger, hatred, envy, and spite, jealousy, arrogance, loftiness, and pride.
Many times I see fear For those around me it is clear Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Hey, hey ya you! Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Dear Future Self,   You did it.   Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.  
My schedule— MWF class 10-12:30 TH class 9:30-2 Wednesdays are special: Go and help out at the elementary school, And make it to the Drama club meeting by 5.
I used to wake up and wish I were the gleam in the summer sun
Flawless
¿FLAWLESS? For those who judge me on my skin,
What do you see when you see me? long round face penetrating brown eyes long nose slightly crooked 
We've all been bullied. My eyes, different from the others. My height, lacking. My academics, an idiot amongst geniuses.  My personality, strange and twisted as can be. Blah, blah, blah
I am flawless.
A filter, What is it really? Is it something to purify the air? Is it a mask? Is it makeup? Maybe even a photo enhancer?   Why must we enhance our lives?
Flawless? I wouldn't think so.
By the illustrious text within the scripture of English articulation the definition of "Flawless" is "to be devoid of flaw"; it is accepted with general sanction   A quest to obtain
Dark brown eyes that seem to glow
Old Town, New City Bussing tables just to make seven fifty Got no time, no sleep When I muster emotion, I go deep Feeling down until I hit the town Rolling through , running around  
I woke up to face me in the mirror butter ball naked I saw all the flaws I once so desperately try to hid From even the young lady in the mirror who did everything I did
Lose the veil, lose the veil   I’ve watched her watch herself Watched her stare and realize that what she sees is it That is the face she has to live with for the rest of her life
Lose the veil, lose the veil   I’ve watched her watch herself Watched her stare and realize that what she sees is it That is the face she has to live with for the rest of her life
RMG
Ricayla Monique Gallop I've said that name all my life. But do I know who that person is ?
I am Fat, A little pudge keeps me warm. I am a Loser, But I succed because I fail. I am Angry, For showing passion.
Freckles,  They crowd my face. A new one always ready to join.  Sometimes.  I feel there is no more room on my face. All my thoughts can amount to the dots on my face.
Graphite. Eraser shavings. Coffee-tinted paper. It all starts with a blank page and an ephiphany of creativity. The pencil feels at home in my hand as it glides with precision.
The sun rises and the moon hides, alarms sound and roll to bedsides
Beauty is sunkissed cheeks After an afternoon of adventure Beauty is messy hair After a night of studying Beauty is teary eyes After hearing a long forgotten melody Beauty is intelligence
She stood on a tower and looked down below A city of white houses hummed with life Everywhere the same streets, the same trees
  I am Invisible, Determined I wonder when I will be heard I hear a faint whisper I see a hand held out
  Flawless  
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
I am perfect, on the inside The masterpiece has not fully manifested itself on this canvas yet But still, I am flawless in His eyes
I am my own Obsession. I am a new work of art in the every day tick tock tick tock seconds of life. When I wake up, I am my own Obsession. I'm determined and bright and willing to,
Swirls run together, A print only meaning me, Alight upon skin.
Those things they tell                                 You- well, you know by now You’ve read the statistics- The things they expect you to be.                 You’ve memorized them. Look ‘em up now.  
                              She’s like a book Everyday it’s like a new chapter She’s like a favorite book the one you can’t get enough of Outside the cover is pure but inside all the pages are
I am Fierce I am the definition of Flawless I did not have to wake up like This I will always be like This I do sissy that Walk I will fly sky High I will not back Down I will let the haters watch me be Great I am not just a pretty Face nor a thi
I'm flawless because I am able to see my flaws.
 
 
I wake up every morning,
  Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence   I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow A heart of wonder laced with tenderness Tall I stand against all resistance.  
Look into her heart and maybe you'll find the beautiful girl she was once upon a time  Listen to the innocence in her laughter 
Here I am. Just as I am, right here right now. This is all of me. Nothing more and nothing less.
Wake up every morning Put on my makeup Foundation first thing, Eyebrows next up, Mascara, blush and Finish with a touch of Pink on the lips.   Look in the mirror and
Life is monochrome, or so they say. A repetitive cycle of time, repeating daily.   What has gone, will come by again. Where is the color in life?   Soul against soul,
  Look Into My Eyes
Too many voices too many claims trying to fit in by being the same I've got zits I've got creams I've got obstacles to my dreams I get down About my small size
I remember to spare fleeting glances for myself in the rearview mirror; the me with messy hair and untied shoes, the self that I injected with every untold secret and left twitching by the roadside.  
Love and Respect
I am flawless because I choose to accept that I have no flaws. I have been created, broken, molded, and recreated to become the person I am today. 
Waking up from a dream feeling all bubbly While everyone else looks  at the world humbly I get out of bed everyday with the thought That today and no later is the day that I ought
They say she'll Never be Pretty E
I'm a product of my enviornment, in the sweetest sense.  My face is scratched-- from that time that neighbor cat clawed me.
Frizzy hair is the norm for me With a crooked smile and chubby cheeks Glasses sit on the bridge of my nose And who can stand a girl with goofy toes  It is always a tight squeeze to fit into my jeans
I am a ripple on a calm still lake i am a pimple on a perfect face i am imperfection in a perfect world i am the insecurity in a beautiful girl. but i am me never anyone else
I’m not a rocket scientist No stunning child prodigy I won’t invent the next big thing That life’s just not for me   I trip when I walk And I sing out of tune I won’t be found on Broadway
Above all else, I am average. I was born female I’m bad at math My communication skills are beyond low I have horrible asthma My eyesight is worse than my great-grandmothers
I am flawless from head to toe thought id let you know im like a godess i woke up like this fill your eyes with bliss and i called it dont need no man because i got a plan
You wake up, weary from living these 85 years Your spine anchors you down, you struggle simply to get out of bed Your body has betrayed you; it demands glasses to see, canes to walk, aids to hear
 Knowing my true identity makes me flawless. Knowing that I can overcome anything makes me flawless. Not letting others destroy me into what I transformed myself to be.
 I look at you with my hidden eyes Your smile lights up the world Blue, green, and gray crystals In my heart, butterflies twirled I did not see it coming   At first mere acquaintances
    The Toy Truck Girl   When I was five years old My mom bought my brother a toy truck He loved to play outside in the dirt in his jeans
They tell me emotion is weakness. They say I feel far too much to create something productive. But I can't control it. I am me, Because of what I feel. They say I speak far too excitedly,
"Worthless." "Selfish." "Hopeless."    Walk down the hall, A glance to the left, A glance to the right, The voices never stop. The voices never cease.  
I wish to swim far out and never see land again Penetrate the greatest depths of the world Find the mermaids who hide in my dreams And become the girl I always wanted to be  
How can I say Im flawless  When the world tries to make me feel less How can I say I'm smart  When Im not on top of the honor roll charts The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless  When the world tries to make me feel less How can I say I'm smart  When Im not on top of the honor roll charts The world tries to tear me down
I am a flawed soul locked in a flawed skin. Am I to complain, though my life is not Flawless?  Am I to disregard my life Because my skin is a… ripe tomato I cannot eat?  At times I would like to
I am dark But I am still lovely I am dark But I am still beautiful I am dark But I am still lovable I am dark But I am still a woman I am dark But Iam still worthy respect
I woke up I had to wake up I had my whole life Waiting ahead of me in strife. I always dreamed of this moment Could it be my time? I could hear the chime Of success calling my name
I wake up everyday trying to be #flawless   The lipstick, the blush, the eyebrows on #fleek  
Paul N 10th grade   [Bold- say it loud]  
You know what AMERICA? I am not my hair nor my skin I am not a freak (well...maybe a little) I am what lays within my values, intellect, passions,  and relentless wit
Paul N 10th grade   [Bold- say it loud]  
It used to be so easy To let others get to me   'Not enough' they would say And I would believe them   How many times did it take before I realized the power of their words?
My flawless trait started when I was eight  but there is no denying the fact that I am flying.  Over expectations because this is my nation.
  Everything is spinning The floor is completely gone And in the beautiful silence There is a resounding song. No, it’s more like a tone. A buzzing or a beep That makes insanity seem so sweet
What is considered attractive? How is beauty measured? Aren't we all special as individuals?
Sometimes- I tremble like the fault lines,
Im flawless... From my feet up to my noggin And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem. Im great!! At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
I have strength, But I am looked at as weak, Why? Because I am a girl, a female, a woman, But does being this label define me?
Her clear water vision, Something so honest and true, Her eyes quite the sight to see, Only the bluest of the blue.   Blue eyes widened, As she stepped through the door,
Every day is a blank canvas ripe for the splatter of colors verbal vomit fills the pages better out than in    The light shines on diamonds as they fall on smiling faces encompassed in cold
Flawless In knowing I am not perfect But I aspire to life’s challenges And I remain myself Flawless
Growing up, I hate myself. Every time I looked in the mirror, my eyes would pierce into my soul with a hate that I thought would kill me in and of itself.
I am too tall. I am too loud. My hair is a mess in the morning. My memory is not all that great. Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth. Sometimes I don't want to take a shower.
Stand straight, shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward. Think fast, speak little, assume none, shield all. Be good, follow rules, don't question, respect honored. Stay quaint, fall in line, don't be different- so banal.
Flawless. The girl on the cover of the magazine, The one who was created with photoshop, The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself. Flawless. The all-state basketball star,
I used to pray. I used to pray that when I woke, my skin would be clear of  imperfections. Clear of freckles, clear of bumpsI hated being different, noticed, ugly. 
Sometimes I'm wrong. I can live with that. Sometimes I make mistakes. I can live with that. Sometimes I fail instead of succeed and don't reach my own expectations, my own needs,
Despite my blemishes and imperfections
I'm worth more than a thousand sunswashing away at the darkness of those around memy voice blooms roses with the way my wordsgrow thorns yet project passionate beauty.
No one ever told me I was too big Or too small Or too loud No one ever told me I wasn’t pretty enough Wasn’t smart enough Wasn’t cool enough My friends were told they were fat
I had the odds against me at the start of my days, Elders holding my mother within their icy gaze. "You know you can't keep him, it's a danger to your future", It was them against her, a devout refuter.  
Flawless I am Poem for a scholarship slam double chin perfectly put together I know I am better Flawless I am Body built like a dam  Strong & Structured  Damn
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the Most real version of myself Dark circles Crazy Bed head Drool on the side of my mouth  And freckles everywhere
Lovely, healthy, me Heart of gold and full of love
Beauty is courage.
                                                                        I use to hurt                                          Crumpled into everything around me, fell in the dirt
My intelligence is responsible for all things that make me heaven sent I honestly feel like my eloquence allows me to have more chemistry
Less flawed than most Imperfect-perfections spotted scales hairy knuckes   I am one of a kind   I am the kind of one who has wrinkles streaming from their eyes Smile lines
I am perfect in my own way. Everyone is different, and therefore I cannot compare myself to them because they are not me. All I can do is look at myself and decide that I am who I am, and who I am is beautiful.
I look in the mirror and am proud of what I see It took a long time to get here Loving my body and who I am starting to be I was able to push past my fear I have two legs to run and a body that is strong
A flaw is usually something someone else pointed out Pointed it out as nothing but negativity Something you should hide or change or even be ashamed   But every flaw I was blessed with I have used to my advantage
You know i'm a girl i dont know f hat a blesing or not soceity exepts so much Im just a young women trying to be heself You know this ued to eally get to me "Is my  butt big"
I am always late, I cannot keep a date My posture isn’t exactly straight. The rooms a mess, and sleeping is the best. Music better loud, and my dancing doesn’t make most proud.
Motherless..Fatherless.. that's the scar I hide everyday. Often quiet and to myself..it's not that I don't have anything to say. Not enough time to express what goes on in my mind.
Everyday I can look in the mirror and I can pick out an imperfection. Everyday they say I'm not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough.
All my life they’ve taught me to be clean, Wash my hands while singing the ABCs. But what if I really like dirt? Sorry but I swear it won’t hurt!   Nice shoes cramping my style,
I was smart, but was never good at math. "The numbers don't lie," my teacher would say. This theory of rationality left my consciousness A duller black and white than the atmosphere of the room
    Scared. Scared is a word I could describe this as. But perhaps,  It's the gentle shedding. Of old skin, or weathered leaves. Both things changing.
Some people appear to be "flawed" but you don't see what their life has been like; You don't see their pain, or their strugge, or their loss
Unfiltered to me is quite possibly a detriment rather than a liberty.   In the grand scheme of emotions and perceptions that enter our mind, I gradually weigh my options
You were a bird Free, fragile He was a vulture Cruel, devious You were a storm Somber, dark
Sometimes I look in the mirror and think "What if I were not the same?"
I am not delicate but I will wear pink. I am not frightened but I will cover my eyes at a horror movie. I am young but that does not mean I have a blind eye. I am female but that does not make me weak.
The world is my friend I don’t have to know your name to respect you Or even love you I AM your keeper Simply because you’re human And so am I
flawless a word we all search for in ourselves
Focused for the day and the Grade A letters to be exchanged Letters we all focus on that will define for the rest of our lives
Yes, we all have flaws, But it is not until we recognize such flaws That they truly exist. Without recognition We are flawless!   You may mess up, And so will everyone on this earth.
The thing that makes me flawless is my undying sense of hope, my ability to find the silver lining in every starless sky. 
I am a field full of daisies  I am a night sky full of stars I am a sunset over the ocean I am a swan in the lake
My legs, My legs, O' they are much better than pegs.  Through lush green fields I dance and I prance, O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants!   My calves are smooth and supple,
I am who I am meant to be. I am beautiful and free.  
Very beautiful, incredibly smart Nothing but goodness in her heart   A smile on her face every single day and kind words when you come her way  
I'm about to write this poem, but first let me take a sefie. Ducklips Filters and angles
Many people suffer with who they have to be                                     It is a large group                                                                                  And part of that group was me.
When I was younger, I was a bonfire. I blinded all who came to hurt me, and could comfort those who sought my warmth. I lit my surroundings with my wild light, and was never afraid
I'd like to introduce myself
I accept me I do not wish to change nor to make myself feel bad I am beautiful I am imperfectly perfect I am flawless beacuse i accept me
You are not ordinary. Don't settle for just average, but don't expect too much or you'll fall and hurt. You are not lost. Don't confuse searching and pre-planning as a step back from where you are now.
FAT, TUBBY, BIG, CHUBBY, SLOPPY, GROSS, SMELLY All depictions of a full woman portrayed upon the television of society Blinded by our true beauty, so let me regulate for a moment
You'll never believe what I get asked on a daily... or maybe you will upon sight of me. "You're so pretty, what're you mixed with?" My brown eyes roll.  What am I mixed with?
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop.  Average? No.Perfect? No.
What am I? Determined. Persistant. Eternal. What hasn't stopped me still follows me. But I hold my head high and look directly in the eyes      of those who will never fly. Empowered. Consistant. Beautiful.
I don’t know which of my parents promised you a “polite young lady” for a granddaughter, but you should probably ask for a refund.   Because I remember, seven years old, Thanksgiving dinner,
Self love   
The world screams that I am not good enough That my body, my voice, my personality, my creativity, Are unacceptably flawed That I do not deserve to be here And yet I am here
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes They look at me but don’t know why I used to stay in my room and hide Scared of judgments, Terrified.   One day I took a glance in a glass
  Everyday I wake up I stare into the mirror And touch all the beautiful Pieces of my body That I've been ashamed of
My Flawless African American, pure type of beauty
I am not a thin gal, I could lose a couple pounds. I don’t wear the skin tight jeans, Or the shirts that make it hard to breathe.
We all believe we are flawed; in some way, shape, or form. 
On this block  She is not the one  Being flocked at  Through and through  Do not let them fool you  Strong to the core Oh you can surely adore  Looking straight on 
Flawless is a measure of bless  But to be bless you must be more And if you are more than you cannot be less  Compounded perfection lined in every bodily pore  
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Whom hold's that position? Whom is this beholder and what gave him, or her the right to set beautiful's standards. I may not have the biggest bust, but my heart is by far huge.
It's who I am. I've always been tall. And no, I don't play basketball or volleyball. I am constantly stranded in a sea of small and world of petite. Yes, my feet are large, but imagine if I had small feet.
In a small town where not only our food is southern style, but our people are too there is no escape from the criticisms and chastisment of others.
You're tellingus -No, you're tellingme.  You're telling us indivicually. 
9-5
i carry my right leg over the curb
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
It seems that all this timeThe odds have been stackedAll around and above meStabbing at what I lacked  
Whispers echo off the forlorn walls shaming people into conformity.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion. “They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
Rain bites Wind blows I fight For a future A better me I do it without thee   Water runs Rockets rise I have seen many suns And many moons Rise and fall
Why
Don't wanna be conceited  I just wanna speak the truth I've got unblemished skin And I've had a fruitful youth My teeth are white and pearly  So my smile's always great My hair is soft and shiny
You think I'm crazy? I'm creative. My thoughts flow like a movie that can turn into words on a paper or that fly out of my mouth. They make from some facinatiing shows, I can tell you that. Crazy?
Time goes by so fast I wish it would stop I know I’m meant to be leaving soon But it doesn’t mean that I want to It saddens me to think about moving on When inside I feel like I’m not ready to leave
Why do girls spend sixty minutes on their make-up when they can spend five Make-up doesn't define who you are Your words and your actions Those define you because those words mean a million more
For those who cannot see The beauty behind every being Each flaw that makes up a subject  Are the characteristics that make you perfect. 
It was unexpected ‘cause I was just a kid. Bike rides and doodles of a man-eating squid.   Those pretty days were spent on the lawn of my school, laughing and gasping
Blonde hair, blue eyes, Full lips, less thighs. Doll face with no unique taste, twice just replaced, Everything faked so much you can't see what's real. What's yours? What's mine? Can we even draw a line?
I look to the stars above: I see the galaxies, swirling In a brilliant array of light- Now I look at me.    I see two eyes Colored with the heavens' imagination. I see freckles,
The ability to have flaws is flawlessness. Having fears of insects and the ocean, And let’s not forget bad hair days. Seeing past others flaws and insecurities for who they really are,
Nicole Winans—full of fun. Loving nature, the outdoors, and the sun. A studious student, always trying her best; Often needing reminded to stop and rest. A born leader, always encouraging others.
I am from ‘snooze’ buttons, sleeping in, and procrastination. From stubborn hair that never cooperates. A face flushing crimson when the light shines on me. Accidental sarcasm spilling from my tongue.  
I rise in the morning and gaze at my kingdom; the wavy grasslands of my hair, the muddy pools of amber eyes. I see the stretch of sand dune skin, I have hills and valleys on me.
 I live in the future but I can't seem to let go of the past
They tell us how to mold our bodies to be beautiful I mold my body to be FLAWLESS My body is my art I shape it, color it, add details I don’t listen to THEM Who are THEY? I am ME
When an unknown man walks in and looks at you and tells you  
When I walk my chin is up When I strut my face displays a smile I dont wear my emotions I wear my gratitude   When I walk my chin is up When I strut my face displays a smile
FLASH YOU A SMILE (FLAWLESS) If you asked me what made me flawless
If there is a reason For us to grow As people and spirits From the ground below Our flaws make us human They smother our skin But not in harm But to help us win   Each mistake
What makes me perfect, is the fact that I’m not. Imperfection is beauty. Something most people forgot.   Scars on your wrists and fire in your eyes. When I say you’re beautiful,
for the longest time i was
Age 13, my face was full of blemishes. Age 14, I had to get glasses. Age 15, I wanted perfect skin. Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
when i wake up
Mmm ... Flawless ? Bossed Up ! Flaws ? I prefer my ways to who I am I wake up everyday feeling like I am the only one of my kind The only one who will do anything and everything Bossed Up!
There are these things called flaws Do you like what you see There are these things called flaws Seen in you and me   Flaws we se see Oh what a shame Just differences
They say there was a bang And Earth appeared In a black blanket Of billowing stars, Shimmering gas.   Then we did, Erect in a crooked world, Painting love on the walls,
a) Your ugly!! b) Thank You!!!!   a) Your too skinny? b) Thank You!!   a) You will never amount to anything!! b) Thank You!!!  
Flawless I can tell you what does not make me so. 
Flawless, that's me with the scars upon my feet
I must've been blind when I was small, They came around when I grew up tall some were quiet and some were loud , some went and never came around a few were lost and new ones came,
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I made, The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool?   Who am I? Am I a follower of the "in crowd," The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?  
There is no such thing as perfect Only imperfect We all have imperfections
I’m no longer a blank canvas, a piece of wet clay. I’ve been molded, painted upon.   This odd shaping and random streaks of color: a mess or a piece of art?   I am not a wreck.
A turbulent mind
ME
Brushstrokes of foundation, Mascara fibers made to tower; My best fake smile And honeyed words slathered over These people who have never even stopped... To see ME.  
Zoomed in:  
I look to my arm, there lie my flaws  flaunting their discreet disgrace.    Though despite the scars  and a past so raw, I know I am not my mistakes.    For beauty is within 
Your life is not defined by: numbers -The number of likes on an Instagram picture -The number of favorites on a tweet -The number of comments on a Facebook post
I am sassy, as some may know. Its flawless in design, and that, I like to show! I might have some odds and ends about myself, And those problems I might have to lug and tow.
I know I'm not useless, on sidelines I don't sit, I put my time into everyting, for people, I won't quit. I'm one of those unique ones who sees beauty in all, so when it comes to BITE me....
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest   But I'm perfect exactly how I am My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me But I'm perfect exactly how I am
We are not teens Quit settling for less We are to be treated like queens Let's stop letting little boys be our stress Hold our heads up wear our crowns This is our year Leave that clown
I am labeled with words, Shy, reserved, quiet, And I am judged, For not going out more, Not having a plethora of friends. I don’t think before I speak, But I say what I mean,
Indeed I woke up like this Stretch marks, acne, nails bit Flaws I see them all I need no witness I am "flawfull" therefore I am flawless.   Contacts, face creams, failed attempts
Her head hangs low Her voice barely a whisper   The long sleeves she wears May hide a scar or two   She barely trudges
To the girl peering in the mirror, who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior, because her hair isn’t straight,
I am not perfect; I am flawless, I am flawless because I have flaws. My flaws do not constrict me Or cause me any amount of asphyxiation Because I spin my flaws into opportunities.
People might not like me for who I am, But I can be FLAWLESS without many friends.     I am.... A friend who worrys, when others are gone. A friend who cares,
Be flawless. Be independent. Be strong. Be you.     Do things that make you stand out. Not just from the crowd, but yourself. Speak beautiful words. Speak your mind.  
"Why are you in this class? Aren't you going to be an English major?" "Damn, well if learning how and why I work isn't poetry then I don't know what the hell is."
Brown eyes Round face African American Feminist That’s who I am
Wilhelm Wundt would rather me be anywhere between 20 and 50 people dependent upon the complexity of my harrowed mass or the strength of
Perfection   Perfection Is it possible? Perfection
thought we all may be different with various talents and aspiration but we are all perfectly made creations artfully crafted inteligent beings made in the faultless image of God each one of wholely unflawed
Flawless, that's what I am Perfect is what I am not For "perfect" implies that I would ever conform to others' idea of "perfect" "Perfect" implies that everyone should be like me Alas, none of this is true
I'm beautiful, smart, creative, and silly can't you see but all you want to do is get in bed with me I'm not that type of girl  you call me Bae, boo and all of that  but cant you see that I'm brighter than that 
when you love someone  you love them in spite of their flaws, or so they say. i say you love people and you love their flaws the same.  when you love someone they become flawless.
  I'm flawless because I am a woman. My hair curls into spirals and my skin is tinted tan, I'm flawless because I am natural and do not get my courage nor confidence from a man.
Time after time people are labeled as things Words of hurt, words that crash dreams Because of how we look, not for what we be But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
The door opens. One step to your destiny.   You peer in and see the faces, The people who are looking straight at you.   Will you fail? Will you fall?   Hesitation sets in 
They say every body is beautiful, but -
Jonny's something flawless. Cause I'm not falling I'm the opposite of August. Nothings stopping profit from residing in my pocket Sike, I'm broke as pasta before diving in its haunt of hot water
  Music poundin’, phrases boundin’- baby I’m flawless… Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’- Baby I’m Flawless…
I am flawless because I am One of God's beautiful creations Not because I am man-made, A photoshop modification I am stubborn, And sure, I may cry my eyes red But I'm flawless because I'm here,
I'm different and unique, i can say that proudly. I like who I am inside.
I wake up with my hair all over the place Raise up with not much grace Then stumble to the bathroom at a very slow pace
Have pure confidence Walk tall and strong Speak up against negativity Sing regardless; just most according to my feelings Love past blemishes and Give past pain I feel, no matter who gave it to me
  Wake up. Put on a thick mask that veils your beautiful exterior.   A mask that vanishes any of the beautiful imperfections that make you inferior.
I'm flawless because I'm on honest with myself I know what I feel and what its like to be felt I know that my big eyes are odd and piercing. I know that even though I'm short, my demeanor is menacing
What makes me flawless isn't what you see It's inside of me Just because my face isn't perfect And I don't always look great It doesn't mean that I'm a fake   Beauty is also from within 
I woke up with a smile on my face I woke up ready to face the day I woke up ready for the bulies I woke up ready for the harsh words and the crule laughter. I was ready for the torment
Always been this way I am never going to change This is what FLAWLESS is Or at least close to that FLAWLESS range Helping is what I do Whenever they ask I analyze the situation
You know perfection Is a man-made word Because it is shallow. Though its implications are potent, No poetry projects from its reflection –
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
An hour every morning spent on my  make up and my hair I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but I do this for me.
People see my gifts and abilities, And they say,"Consider yourself lucky." They tell me I'm lucky, Because I believe in a God that tells me I' free, I'm born into a family of white priority,
I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club.
Many people hide their face in the bathroom mirror They dab a little bit of this and a add a litle bit of that and they just created a mask We try to prove ourselves and others that we are this beautiful flawless queen
 Today when I look in the mirror, I know that all I value is shown, I will have no fear, nor flee as a deer, I can not conceive how I must have grown,  To allow myself to perservere, 
"Beauty is pain."  The phrase I was raised on. My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother- Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school, 
       Two people and one room, or so one person in one house. Three children in one forest, yet thousands of souls mixed in a habitat of guts and glory.
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.   Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless. Silky brown skin all among the ends.
She took a small seed of confidence and watched it grow. Taking pride in her pain made her stonger than those who have none. She never let's down her guard, so the waters of her heat will never flow.
I am perfect—without flaw. Which is to say, not a single trait I retain is held in low regard. Not one thing of my person can be looked down upon, for I am flawless.
There's nothing more hopeless than man, ignorant to their own ignorance Ardent in body, yet weak in mind feeble in grounds, yet large in self-worth whom with misguided morals, though brave in judgement
Awake.
They said things behind her back, They said them a lot. She started to believe them. She was upset until he came. She questioned him. "Why don't I have perfect skin?" "A perfect smile?"
When I hear the word flawless,  I think of precious gems like diamonds.  The thing about a diamond is that Its flawlessness isn't about brilliance or perfection;  Unpolished diamonds look like every other rock. 
There was a face A face I analyzed like a dissection  Blemished with scars and beauty marks Stained with exhaustion and fear Consumed by society’s ideals A face that did not realize what it was worth
makeup                 celebrities                                 perfect bodies and  then there’s me so much pressure to look the part they forget to look at our heart
I have awaken amongst the restless, my eyes like the crack of dawn raising from the tired less sleep of being naive and ready to take on the worlds wit and wisdom.
  I am amongst those who spent countless hours staring at a reflection, 
I AM FLAWLESS I AM FLAWLESS BECAUSE I AM MYSELF
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that  Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
Everybody wanna be flawless Or whatever you wanna call it 
My eyes sing a song of gold  My smile is prepossessing Lips soft as a cushion This pretty face is a blessing.   Practice makes perfect It took 17 years for implementation 
Let perfection be built by society, But,  There is just one assumption worth to be heard and read, Inner beauty can shine brighter,
The infamous "they" say Take her swimming on the first date Cause you wanna see what you will wake up next to   I love that Because with me You got what you got what you got
Beauty, Beauty she fell back into her a pool of pressure. As she felt every ounce of water seeping into her skin It reminded her of the pressure of being being ideal  as she drowned in her pool of sins
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light Notice not I, the cold that endures But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
Which is really you, the person behind the curtain, or the person your best friend boyfriend parent ecclesiastical leader God
Always
#nofilter, #selfie, #natural, #fleek Hash tags are the holy grail of most social media websites I can use them to show my followers what I'm wearing Or show them the memories that I'm sharing 
Patience.Practice, preparation, prayer.My hands glide on keys,white and black,sharp and flat.A mistake, an imperfection.Again and again, over and over.Patience.
Imperfections are inevitable I used to think I could change my body  but I've come to terms that I can't. 
When God brought my creation to fruition His hand was steadied by tradition, Eperience, Intuition and Love As Millenia of ancestry And inherent beauty were Wrapped neatly into Seed, Me
College what a magical place.
All I want to be Is the girl on a magazine, But she isn’t real. All I want to be Is that girl all the boys see, But I know her body is that way naturally. I don’t hate me But I want to change me.
I woke up like this
They tell me my skin isn't perfect and think I can control it,  like it's my choice to have acne, and I can just make it go away. It's my body, not yours.     They tell me I need to eat more,
no one is more you-er than you... "you're fat, you're big, you're dark" is it all true? invested time trying to change the views the comments, the likes, the photos
  Everyone thinks beauty is based on appearance.
I'm flawless because I'm flawfilled I make mistakes
I'm flawless because I'm flawfilled I make mistakes
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm- stealing from, sharing with, against, along, trying to please.
I am flawless. I go to school with no make-up, I get judged.
I am flawless because My temper is short And my hair likes to be a mess. I am flawless because I can remember history dates And algebra is confusing. I am flawless because I can be lazy
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become The crazy twirl that destincts Who she is   The girl I was years ago is gone
I am beautiful Something I'll never change The way I look in the mirror How my eyes catch everyone's attention How I can make everyone laugh When I don't even wanna smile I know all the right words
Me
I am Beautiful Smart Funny Not afraid Hard working Lovable College ready Me.
Constantly,facing Challenge after challenge. I rise on top because,I'm still gonna manage. Lost both of my Grandma's my aunt and I still won't quit. The thought of me being less then my best just makes me sick.
She was fragile, A subtle kind of beautiful, yet strong In mind and opinion.   She was clever, Quick to respond, while clouded With silent doubt.   She was a conformist,
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless. There are so many things that feel about myself, That are just....not. I don't physically flawless. I can point out everything I hate easily,
I am flawless   With just a smile, I'll make your day
Praying to my god Testimony say im saved, police got me under heat, youngins screaming what you claim, you know the street, its anger pumping through my viens,
I am a woman
In all actuality, We are not flawless What we believe, is a broken reality.   We are broken girls, We are stitched up and sewed up, With our toes curled.  
The struggle to progress...the power to drive  none will ever no how hard i tried  with evil on one shoulder and the other with pride no fear in my heart, but yet tears i cried 
Flaw: A mark, fault, or other imperfection that mars on a substance or
They say I should be petite That I shouldn't eat Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
In early morning  i wake to satisfy  not others but me 
Purely dependable on a luminescent screen, whose naked now. With out the cloth, remove the skin, that is the changeless truth. The skin underneath our skin.
Age is but a state of mind, Ignorance is bliss but makes us blind. The true beauty hidden in plain view, To be plucked from a tree and birthed anew. A Juliet in every Apple's seed,
Perhaps it's just me, but i have seemed to stumble, rumble, trip, and tumble in life. Far too many times I have found myself at the bottom of the deep-end.
Who am I? Am I the mistakes I"ve made, Or the whipers behind my back? Who am I? Should I listen to society And grieve the things I lack? The body? The money? The fame?
As a little girl your momma always tells you Beauty is in the eye of the beholder That beauty isn"t only skin deep That young girls don't need make up and filters To be pretty  
Tell
Beautiful. I am just a word, but when you read me what do you see? Am I a famous celebrity or model?
Tell me where these flaws derive from? Itching from the grass under our feet; to the hands we so dearly want to hold. Is there a text book, a guide of some meticulous sorts. Iv never found a universal perfection. We spit that word out.
Trying to find myself in a whirl wind
one look at me a word comes to mind: quiet silent
When you look into the mirror you are unable to see the beauty that you possess deep inside. Your reflection in the mirror is the spitting image of Society spitting words that make you cry. Too ugly. Too fat.
I was that girl- the one that couldn't look at herself without throwing up I was that girl- the one that no one would talk to I was that girl- the one that had to take a blade to her skin to feel something
Compassion flows from my heart --badump-- Beauty in its purest form --badump-- It's almost like a type of art --badump-- That people just adore
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, my beauty is upclose near
      When you leave you venture above dormant pavement This is a memory This is a moment
Bravery. One simple word.  A simple word with so much meaning behind it. Bravery. Asking that girl I like to homecoming. Bravery.
For years piled upon years people defineLooking beautiful as the measure of a personAmbitions and dreams? Forget it!What a person is, is mediated by their outsideLest we all forget to not judge a book by its cover
I am, a soul of passionfor people and life.I am, the kind,the kind to build a bridge
There once was a girl who would wall
Ciara Rodriguez        Behind the mouth lies untainted words. Some without meaning to you and to her.     Behind the eyes of a speckled perfection,
I am a strong believer in a good narrative- and a good ending. With my big, hunky teeth and pizza face acne I think I was set up as an underdog-turned-hero. Because high school was the stage, the script became way to predictable
imperfecty perfect the way your eyes shine it's in the touch of your hand it's when you're on somebody's mind practically perfect it's in all the things you are all your goals and ambitions
I wake up each day and hear About a world that is full of hurt And tears.   People are dying, Children are crying; “The world’s a mess,” they say. “Human beings should just go away.”  
carmel skin that'll make ya knees weak -thats flawless thick hips, lips and thight -thats flawless small waist with a cute -thats flawless southern draw real strong -thats flawless
Every scar has a story Each one making me who I am today Scars that me stronger in a very different way Each one having an impact on me My scars might not be beautiful But they are a part of who I am
Self- image turned to self hate.  Something was dead inside, and no one could relate. They took that piece from you. You were lost; there was a hole.  You hated yourself, you had no home.
Money, I have none
I did not wake up like this:My hair is not naturally straightMy eyebrows are not naturally darkAnd this definitely isn't my natural hair color
Reserved to unknown Wisdom beyond my years Heir to the throne? I have far too many fears. Mind talking too fast So my heart can’t catch up to it. Throw on a mask to cover my tears
I demand respect and I shall recieve it is what I am told
Fat is not beautiful Short is not elegant
I'm short I'm slightly over weight My left hip sits lower than my right and I have to do a jig just to pull my jeans up. I have a crooked smile and a bit of a lazy eye
Bea        uti             full of fragments Bea        uti             full of life, love, lust Bea        uti             full of amusementapologiesaptitude Bea
  We were young and in love We were a fiery passion You were just playing a game You just weren’t that into me  
On this journey I learned to gain confidence, First graduation then college, I have gain more knowledge and went to college, It's better to have brains than beauty, I stand up tall,
Some have their beauty, Others their voice Some have athleticism, Me? I have a choice   The choice to be happy, when faced with grief The choice to smile when pushed to the ground
I am beautiful.My heart is gold.My sprirt is glowing.My attitude is bold.I am beautiful.My compassion is limitless.My intellegence is vast.My love is tenderness.
I am diffrent from others My faults and my flaws.
The dictionary's definition of flawless is without imperfections - perfect. That's a lot to live up to but that's the dictionary's definition. My definition of flawless is someone who tries so hard and never gives up.
We see people everyday who are flawless who are they?  They are the people who walk with confidence in their hand. They are the people who work their curves as a part of them, not as leeches.
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections.  Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
Got out the bed, flawless Fixed my hair, flawless Got dressed, flawless Ate breakfast, flawless
i am a God... now read that again... I am A God, but not the God... I am made in his image and his likeleness... I do not poses all of his powers and ido not control who stays and who goes...
I can feel my blood boil. My eyes picking out all the imperfections. Harsh criticism that makes me bleed from the inside out.
"Are you seriously going to eat that? You already downed a can of Mountain Dew. Hey, I am only looking out for you. We simply cannot have you getting fat."   " I am feeling shaky and sick.
When I look at my legs I don't see chubby thighs or fleshy knees I see strength, and shape, I see my key to run or walk,  And when I hear my own voice talk
In a society obsessed with perfection It can almost seem we have an infection Infection to have small features Infection to be a glowing, bright-skinned colored creature Infection to have crooked teeth
Young Responsible Educated Kindhearted And Beautiful, Inside AND Out
Isn't it strange that they're dead? Straight, wavy, and curly, they're the hairs on our heads. Short or long, the possibilities are endless, the styles we use to express ourselves.
You are NOT an it.  You are NOT like her. You are NOT me. You are so much more. I wonder why you never quit.
I look in the mirror each day and see  , a strong-willed student gazing at me.
When the term "Hearty Chuckle" comes to mind One might think of a large lumberjack eating a pork rind
Can I just say…you look lovely today? Honey, please drop the knife, Wipe your tears, You are lovely. Everyone brings you down. One day, you will prove them wrong
Mom and Dad you can't write my script, this y'all will never understand. I am my owm person,I do what I want, not meetings yours or anyone else's demands.
  Flawless. Flawless? It simply isn't true.  
I got three legs. I lost one in a brawl I realized as I stood up so shaky I thought I might fall.   Happy, I yap. You had just walked in. And exactly the moment you saw me 
Everyone is unique Different talents, different abilities, different attributes No one is the same Different eyes, different hair, different skin We all have one thing in common, though My generation
Flawless Am I for the Friends I have made Flawless Am I for the Losses I take
I came from a woman who never felt love A woman who couldn’t seem to find the man above A woman who replaced love with lust To those filthy niggas, she entrust But OH HOW for granted they took her guts
They say it all the time. "Keep it together" But what am I keeping together?
Our days are no longer filled with faith and honesty; But with people who seem faceless. We can’t rely on the world and allow them to make up feel worthless;
Journey Toward Success I've always wanted to succeed, To show people what all I can be,
I've done a lot of thinking, and I've decided that: If everyone is flawed, maybe it is time to accept it.
I am not perfect. I am not a model human being. I constantly make mistakes, And that is an inescapable reality. I am reminded of my failures daily. Missed assignments. Missed meals.
What are the guidelines for "good grades"? What is the ideal weight? What is the ideal height? These will be answered in numbers   Numbers do not matter though
Fight, Fight, Fight away the pain. Work till you cant hear the hate in your brain. Saying that your nothing. Saying that your crap.
I am the definition Of a proposition In a commission Between a division Watching the simpsons It’s hard to make a transition But this is where I make a decision I am Not weak
Let me stand out. Let me stand out so I can be me. Because the me that I am, is flawless, and wouldn't change a thing. You may call me names I don't agree with, or labels that I don't accept. Let me stand out and be different.
I am my own person. My choices lead my life. My actions and characteristics define who I am, but my mistakes are learned from and not meant to be held against me.
I am my own person. My choices lead my life. My actions and characteristics define who I am, but my mistakes are learned from and not meant to be held against me.
What makes me flawless? Well simply the fact that I choose to be I’m not looking for approval from anybody but me   I’m an individual I have my own thoughts and my own mind
To have 
Nothing is more flawless than being flawed.
At eighteen years old, I am flawless.
So what if your thighs touch when your feet are aligned?   So what if your hair isn't the longest or the prettiest color?  
All you ever think about is your skills, your voice, and your set of ways. I'm not like you, and I don't think you quite understand. We are all unique, in our own separate ways.
I am a limited edition, I know you don’t like this competition, But I don’t need your permission, To be in this condition,
I see how people are self-conscious How people try to be confident I see how society brings us down How people say hurtful things
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
Why am I flawless? let me tell you, I think of myself as a repair man people are constantly ridiculing those who are different They are to short, tall, fat, skinny in the eyes of the ridiculer
While working my way towards success. The best thing I can do is confess.
Perfect sunkissed moonlight hides the lines of my imper
No one can define you,  In all that you are. You are perfection,  In the body that your soul is within. You possess all the beauty of a morning sunrise, Or a flower in its fullest bloom,
I am not flawless Nobody but a fool says they are.   My nails are uneven Because I bite them worrying whether my work’s even
F iery and passionate L ikeable A ctive W ishful L ighthearted E mpathetic  S pontaneous S piritual   ~flawless
My body was my battleground. My skin parted like the Red Sea, and a surge of life came flooding over me. Dusk looked like the bruises on my bones. The war between mind over matter was never ending and some days all I could do was rest.
Something to be heard My voice is something to be heard. It carries soul, passion, and courage. It can be used for good, bad, and ugly.
Hair tied back loosely, face bare but glowing, sweat dripping down my back I feel the most flawless running running straight towards my problems I feel empowering and strong like a warror princess
Life is green, Ivy shining in the light,
  Deep within the misty darkness,
Be flawless, don't hate. No flaws means to be perfect; Is perfection real?
The amount of times I have changed my major: six. Dabbling in covalent bonds, criminal justice, printmaking, international affairs, youth and nonprofit leadership, the list goes on.
I am a goddess of perceptual beauty woven by my own intricacies;  a tapestry of feminine familiarity.   I am a goddess of voluptuous curves shaped by motherly hands;
13 years young, I held my head lowFell through some c
There is only one “me” Just one, not three We may share names by simple fate but our varied by history, life, and taste. Everyone is an individual, they are them since birth
I sit here and watch you grow... My little angel very strong you go.
To say something is perfect is in its self-flawedPerfection has always been an ideal, a dream that would never become realityWe do our best, though it can’t be achieved actually
It burns like a thousand suns but it does not destroy me instead it fuels me Like a lighthouse It guides my path to a destination called destiny
I’m ginger I’m not afraid to say it My hair is what makes me, me Everyday all day I wake up And I’m ginger
Strikingly blue, electric, hard wired into ladder patterns- genetics  the eyes of the mother, her father, his father falling backward through all of time    Bright and reflecting and ever connecting 
Nobody knows this one thing about me Right here, I am a cancer survivor No please do not run away and flee
Self-seen The strongest I've ever been A societal strain Recites lies and prompts pain But I Refuse the abuse Fight hostility with happiness And affliction with bliss To be durable
I woke up in this body Without any glamour whatsoever Loving myself forever Without idolized beauty Sounding a little bit loopy I woke up in this pattern Without a round tootie
burned 4 Fingers by hitting  my Lamp instead of the snooze button dropped my phone on my cat, earning a huge scratch on my Arm
When all is lost and hope has shed When fear is stron and strength has fled When love and joy decide to leave
Everyone is beautiful, Perfect. Just the way they are. Some might even saw, flawless, I mean, all humans have flaws, But are flaws really flaws when it makes them who they are?
My skin is dark My hair is short I'm beautifully unique my African American me
I look across and see, A person staring back staring back at me. She may call herself ugly, She may tell herself she is weak, But I think she is rather unique, And as strong as one can be.
Flawless, Perfecto, Parfait- A Word so simple, yet poignant, that every tongue on our green Earth has a word to describe its coveted implications.... Every man, woman and child, from every isle 
I’m the girl who is sheltered The one who has no fun I’m the girl who was homeschooled The one who hasn’t won?   High school had so much Tell me I missed out I should have stayed in school
                                  To be a believer, you have to follow your dreams                                                  You have to chase your dreams
I am flawless with my flaws, with my faults, with my past and future. After all, these flaws make me myself. And what are flaws other than ourselves, present as we are? We're not perfect, we never said we are.
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story Of the young man with great determination. The one who worked for years on a single goal To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
Me
Nobody is PerfectI think that's how the phrase goes.The beauty of a personOr the petals on a rose.What makes me flawless
I don't behave as others do in order to fit into society. I don't dress a certain way to impress humanity. I am worthy of much more than what this world has to offer.
             I'm flawless because I'm flawed. Perfection is always under scruntiny; Pressure to maintain - But I am free to eperiment - To have a bad hair day.               I'm yes because I'm no.
A number on the on continuing time spectrum.  Defying who we are. Pant sizes, class rank, GPA  all these numbers saying where you are. Numbers telling you how pretty you are 
So many people tell me I'm FlaWed, But really, what does it mean to be FlAwlEss? In reality, not even the word FlAwless is without a single FLaw. It's not long enough to be considered interesting,
Loud nights, ears closed, doors locked,  tired floors.
Born a slave to my own self esteem Working so hard So long So that my parents would love me Bullied by my younger sister I was a slave   Born invisible to those around me
The painful words escape her lips Piercing my fragile heart with every word she utters I try to not show the pain but every now and then I slip
Defined colors, Refined colors
One day they might be a turbulent seaWisps of passionate blouse and foamy greensSwirling, raging, trying to capture meTumultuous waters only I’ve seen
Wat i know is the theory of me What i believe in honor in which i see the others in a new light
Come, Sit down and view my world Let me take you in   They say my name As if it is I that should be ashamed. And yet, I win another battle  
I woke up like this. I opened my magic, crusty eyes this morning And yawned my genius, stink-breath mouth. I lifted my sleep-heavy body with the strength of lions, Herculean! I woke up like this.
You
Just do as you do
The boy: Eats alone everyday The girl: Runs to the bathroom between every class The outcast: Doesn’t know why people hate him   They all have stories to tell
Do not ask me a question,Then at my less than quick reply,Mark a zero for participation.
“U-G-L-Y”  “He will forever stay forlorn, and will never make it to the peak” I walk in the vacancy with my heart in my hands, Holding it tight so it wouldn’t fall,
I see visions. Visions of people who don't exist. They come to me all at once,
I am flawless. My bushy 'brows, My blemished skin, My nappy roots,  And strecth marks Are my perfections.   At 6 a.m., I am flawless;
People ask me all time "What do you want to be?" "What's gone be your career?" I tell them it's not what I'm going to be Better yet it's what I am now I'm a creativist
Why am I flawless?
I woke up like this  I woke up like this Flawless  what is flawless you say its me through  the acne and the sressing of school  throgh toght time and good time I am flawless 
    108,000 steps or 54 miles until they reached the unknown The goal was always freedom but would it be on the other side? Freedom to express your voice, to be heard , to be seen
And I have been here before. And I have done this before.   And I can tell you, This is right.  
When I was a child I wanted to fly I would squeeze my eyes closed and try:  it always went awry.  
I am perfectly flawed From my head to my toe Im not perfect and no one is But I know my worth   And I'm proud of who I am and of what I do
I'm coming home and the trip from work feels good
Did I wake up like this? Did I work hard for this? I did both.   Waking up, the first task of the day. Motivating myself day in  day out.   Working hard,
When I sleep, I dream. When I wake, I stumble. In the summer, I work. In the winter, I cuddle.   Listening to music, I am the lead singer. Watching a movie, I'm running for my life.
When I was little  I was too friendly; always talking to strangers And my parents were afraid that a dark man Would take me away and I would never be seen from again Only what they didn't know -- 
I gaze curiously upon those around me As I wonder where their life journeys have taken them I long to reach out To inquire about their worries, Loves, hopes, dreams All the things that combine
I look in the mirror and what do I see? A young lady, matter of fact, a young woman that wants nothing but to succeed. Succeed as a collegiate athlete, Succeed as a college student,
  The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.
"I woke up like this,"My favorite singer said."I woke up like this,"The words ring in my head.What makes me flawless?What makes me perfect?I work hard, I play hard,but always remain studious.
Live life at your own pace because if you let other people dictate how to live, then you truly are not living a full life.
In a world so celebrated by skin blanketed by shallow democracies and a will for perfection,  she is not scared.  She is not hurt, she does not wilt, she does not cower. 
Integrity I don’t have the gift of flying. It would be a lot more fun though. Instead I possess the art of dying. The ability to stand and take honesty’s blow Is a bittersweet trait I’ve come to know.
When no one else sees it, when no one else hears it, when no one feels it; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE does. Through thick and thin, thoughts lost, and emotions gone; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE is there to find them.
I am one of the Flawless, The ensemble of ladies and gentlemen, Who choose to be lighthearted and humble,
I don't wake up to be flawless
You're not an orchestra, 
When I look in a mirror, I don't see that girl in the movies, the beauty all the guys are after, or even the nerd, hiding a banging body and gorgeous eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses,
I know I'm flawless, I could assume.      I aim to do others, impress.  At best I'd fill them with "Fl
Short, wavy , black hair Beauty marks here and there. Small eyes,thin lips, Little waist , wide hips,
Working hard at school to get good grades Then home to do homework until my eyes fade Going to work and staying til closing time Clean up the dishes after dinner to make sure everything is fine
Impossible is but a word in the mind,
I AM FLAWLESS BECAUSE I KNOW I AM FLAWED I AM NOT PERFECT BUT I LOVE EVERY PART OF MYSELF AS SOON AS I WALK INTO A ROOM MY PRESENCE IS FELT BY EVERYONE I WALK AS IF I HAVE NO FLAWS AT ALL BUT MY FLAWS ARE WHAT MAKE ME
What makes us flawless? What makes us unique? What makes us strong? The answer is simple you see Our flaws make us flawless Just you wait and see As you grow, you flaws make you complete
I’m late nights and messy hair.                   Long walks to n  o  w  h  e  r  e                                                                                 Sailing ships on empty seas.
Flawless is never quitting, It's never giving up on what you need, It's never settling for second best, It's knowing that you're not like the rest.   Flawless is being able to do the impossible,
   
Looking back on my past now, three days before turning eighteen,I realize how sad I really was and how angry I had beenthat society was obsessed with all things material. 
my secret weapon  my calves moving me  forward 
When I was a child, all I could do was dream. I played with toys and watched TV. I thought of magical lands, roaring seas. I was carefree: this was a common theme.   This lasted far too long.
What makes me flawless, you can't watch What makes me flawless, you can't touch What makes me flawless are the thoughts in my skull That dance to a melody that's filled with awe
I've always been an introvert, an only child doesn't have much practice, I've never been an extrovert, I don't exactly follow the media's popular example, My dad thinks I'm ugly, Boy's never really liked me,
The word flawless is thrown around and I'm not one to be touched on easily. If you want to make my eyes wide and my jaw drop then call me improbable or delicate because those words are true.
  Take Flight
From the day I was born media was not on my side. Skinny white women everywhere my little eyes could see.
Scars on my hands from the kitchen knife mishap,  cat-related incidents like claw marks or the time the cat food 
To be flawless, To be perfect, To be the barbie doll everyone wants. To be fake, To be envied, That's the girl that they want. But to be me is to be flawed. To be real, To be honest,
Nice. The chameleon of a word, shedding connotations like a snake sheds his skin, the word that haunts me, defines me, good and bad in the mouths of peers, they let it slide out like warm butter
I hesitantly,
Why am I flawless. This poem can end here because I can simply just say I'm flawless because I'm me. But, I don't want to leave you with any curiousity, so, here's why I'm flawles.
Dear Guadalupe,
A man of wisdom and everlasting truth  If I was there, Sir, I would have yelled "Don't shoot!" 
I am totally the shit, and this was wrote to prove it. I usually wear t-shirts and jeans, and it shows I like to eat my proteins.   Told I look just like Channing Tatum
Beauty is misconstrued in the eyes of society, The unrealistic standard gives women anxiety. Resemblance of Barbie dolls and models are expected, Otherwise women are condemned and disrespected.  
“Are you nervous?” One button tucked through the string and thus sealed. I want to say I’m sad Upset Longing for a different man to be at the end of the aisle. Another button. “I feel unprepared.”
This is for all of Kim Kardashian's plastic surgeons......       I'm amazed that all of you have
When I was 11, I was told to branch Out of myself, but the twigs grew in weird places.   When I was 12, I sat on a fallen petal and broke a twig. It hurt.
The first step to happiness is to love yourself Dont dress up for him, don't dress up for her Dont try for him, don't try for her
I did not wake up flawless, or even just stumble upon it. I had to struggle through thick and thin. Push away temptations and work though the pain. I had to fight the urge each and every day,
I am not flawless. I have flaws. But I try to live my life lawless,  break down my walls.
There are no flaws with the body I wear.
When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain, And personality is viewed as a crutch, The world is construed, and I am so proud
My dear I ask what is wrong with me? Why is that they laugh? I've stripped myself, I've made it clear, I've taken on their path Still they mock, still they cluck Like I am such a fool
I killed the glass and the girl gilded in gold. I watched as the pieces rained in the cold.   Snow coats her lashes, blood on her lips, sifting to ashes, around me to drift.  
i am confident i am beautiful i am trutful i am repected i am kind i am caring i am ahletic i am unique i am flawless not because of my apperance
Remember to be kind You musn't hit boys You can't wear pants Only boys wear pants Young lady, cross your legs Always smile and be sweet Girls are made of sugar
I am a flower. I am beautiful an strong but when I was a seed, I never thought I would've grown to be as tall or smell as sweet as the other flowers.
Four walls and a register ....That never fails to show me...it's inner most partsFlawlessTis truly a wondrous form of captivationMechanical contemplation...
You need relief from reality. You take the pain as though a cue, To start consuming everything possible, Because the pain’s consuming you.   You need relief from the hurt.
(This was my first slam poem.
I wouldn't change a thing about the world Because if it wasn't for the curelness I wouldn't have been the beautiful woman I am today I wouldn't say I'm flawless to the eyes that lay on me
"Wear pretty clothes." they said. So I did. Some I felt fat in, some I felt uncomfortable. "Try some eyeliner." they said. So I did. It looked awkward; I felt unnatural.
I am Flawed People are Flawed  Thats nothing to be ashamed about If you don't learn from your Flaws and try to make yourself better then you should be ashamed Recognizing my Flaws makes me Flawless
I look at me and I see scars I look at me and I see fright I look at me and I see exhausten Do I truely see  Or am I blind Can I really see I thought I was ugly I thought I was trash
I am FLAWLESS My imperfections are what make me so perfect..
  To tell you that I am flawless, would be a lie.
I was cut out of my mother's womb A sharp, straight, deep cut
In a world so crude and judgmental I want the world to see A person with so much potential A person that happens to be me   With all of the struggles I've been through I've learned to find a way
I am not perfect. Mistakes are my best friend, So I practice saying sorry. Awkward was a word made just to describe me, So I keep my head down. I laugh at the wrong times,
From womb to tomb to soon to assume the latter part  the past few years of my life could seem rather dark factor in all the things that seem to be an after thought it makes me feel like I can still rise after all
I remember when I used to hate myself. I remember I couldn't look in the mirror without seeing a monster. I used to cry myself to sleep, hide myself when with friends.
I am flawless because of my acne I am flawless because of my awkward facial hair I am flawless because of my crooked pinky I am flawless pretty much everywhere My flaws don't define me
As I walk through school I see the things that I wish that I could be, There goes the girl with the free spirit, There goes the preppy and popular, There goes the valedictorian,
I woke up like this. No "Good morning" no kiss
To be flawless is to shield away, the people who think it's okay, to make me feel THIS way. To be flawless is to take my fears, turn them into shears,
My face isn't good until I cover it with Maybelline The way my hair grows isn't what's seen in the magazines My nose is too big But my eyes are too small I'd be better off if I just changed it all
Every morning is a checklist Making curls that appear effortless Eyes that are bright, big, bold Lashes stretched and curled—controlled
Fight to be Flawless
I woke up...Flawless,  My brain...Flawless These thoughts...Flawless My words is Flawless   I just think like this I just think like this   Thats right im inteligent in every right
Who lives the perfect life? 
My skills are above all can see It will make you blind like that time I stole your ring.
Some call is porcelain,
Myself is the way, gone astray-no way.
Alone and lost, the hearts of small innocent children. Pain lay in thier tear-filled eyes. What did they ever do to deserve this? Cruel was the man who abused them, Cold was his heart, and bullied was his mind.
She watches   you in the dressing room mirror, suck in you stomach. She sees you frown as she sits on the ground,
I am Facetious
I am a perfect imperfection. Flawless I am. I am my own simple selection. Flawless out of nothing to somehing like bam .   I am unique in my own way. Be who you are.
I possess an open mind, One with which I greet each day. A frown, scarcely found upon my face, Posiive attitudes are here to stay. Its my perfections that make me pefect,
I've heard it said sticks and
She's a weed among many the only difference  is her timing  while others are blooming 
Judge me by my size, i've had it with these magazine lies.
A daughter needs her dad so he can teach her his morals and life lessons, she needs him to teach her how to be strong, and a daughter needs him to help pick up the pieces when times get rough and he is gone.
Flawless,that can’t be true.What’s good for me,may not be for you. Let me tell you about flawless…Flawless is flawed.It is dented and scratched,bent and broken.
Society By: Claudia Hauslauer My young sister asked of me why all these models are so skinny. I had no choice but to reply this is what society wants us to be.
Beyonce is flawless because she has grown to stop trying to please everyone I'm flawless because I like to learn. I'm flawless because I like to sing, even if it doesnt sound like Queen B.
Her hair sits flat,
1-2 I sweep my shoes 3-4 I let someone else open my door 5-6 I take about 300 pics 7-8 I take those in 1 day 9-10 Cheeeeese! With 1 dimple and a grin
Changing colors like the leaves Absorbing light and scenes with ease These eyes see with clarity The deeds of others.   Reflecting in the mirror you see Flecks of brown and speckles of green
I am one of the most flawed people I know But this is a good thing, as I will now crow To be flawless is to be flawed, perfection is ruin And to be flawed is to be flawless, this is being human
I will never be you, And you will never be me, We may not always be right, But we are perfect, Not in the sense of the  right body, the right face, the right mind,
my hair and skin are neverquite as good as they should bemy nails are cracked andmy knees are knobbybut in my heartthere is a lot of love.there is love or people with whom i work,
Since that day my mother left to meet the king Standing alone has been my thing   As I grow older I become more on my own The strength in me has become well known  
I'm on the smaller end of the scale I'm told I could be a model I don't want that I don't want to be seen as "perfect"   I'm on the smaller end of the scale I'm told how pretty I am
I was made like this; created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time to make sure she or he got all of this right.
You see that silly girl making faces? Her tongue out, and crooked smile? Yeah, that's me.   In all my glory, With hair that doesn't want to cooperate, And Acne that's hard to cover up.
Just because I am a woman does not mean I will not fight.   The inside of my thighs are curved and speckled with little tiger marks. They are mountains seen from above, they are the nature within me.
It is cold out,
I never love half-heartedly, Helping those around me kindly. The flames of niceness burn bright, And for that I will not be contrite. Caring strongly is not a weakness;
Although you can clearly see my physical beauty; well most you…..some of you might. But real gentlemen say my best features and sensational beauty is out of sight!
Everywhere corner of this crowded room is filled with images of photoshopped beauties. Every rack is covered with girls who drown in perfection. Every man by their side is sculped by angels.   
I am flawless from my head to my toes.I can get the beat and groove like nobody knows.I can rock it, I can shake itMy bank account can't break it. 
"I'm going to swing from the chandelier"
Puzzle pieces are different shapes, They are each a unique individual. Each one alone may look strange,
I weigh 100 pounds am i pretty now?  I spent hundreds of dollars on beauty products, screw that!  I read magazines and put cucumbers on my eyes to reduce swelling, can you believe that?  I look in the mirror and don't entirly feel my best, we sho
I look at myself in the mirror.
Everyone is created perfect
In person I am a wallflower  Introverted, doing my best to go unnoticed Keeping to myself and a book because that's where I find comfort  Saving the world, falling in love One page at a time  
I am strong independent, and willing. I  have so many good things about me that make me "flawless" but   but im not flawless.
Every hour Is a different piece To the exact same story Every moment
No one person is flawless as a person I am certainly not flawless as a person But I am flawless as myself I am the most myself my self can be Do I have flaws that make me a not-so-flawless person? Yes.
I am a Girl.
I am a flower. 
No makeup. No dye. Just freckles with red hair. Brown eyes with eyebrows to match. Left handed but in the right mind, yet right in most cases. Wiser than the age and more naive than a newborn.
Scars. Cellulite. Stretch marks. These are what I see on my legs in the morning as I step out of the shower.  Acne. Dark circles. Freckles.
What is beauty? Do you know? Is it the brand that you rock or the girls you see in the music videos? Society has confused the real meaning of beauty.
Antananarivo is the capital of Madagascar open a map and you open me a view I can’t help but dream doesn’t even cover the amazing feeling that thrills through my fingers as
Me.
The faces, the bodies, the power is out there.
I wake up, silence. The earth applauds. My very life-meaningful. It has a cause. I breathe, I feel. I am existing. Lights, cameras, who needs them? I make myself who I am. Fame and glory? Just words overused. Respect is the real reward.
Scared That was the only word to describe it Scared Scared of living Scared of not living Scared of failure   Triumph that is the new word.
Every morning I stop and say to myself You are beautiful No need for make-up No pretty dress, no perfume Honey, you're flawless.
The Flawless Me! I’m not very tall, nor am I athletic,I’m not the smartest or the most clever,Some may say I have no personality at all!
***FLAWLESS BEING*** By Paul J. Pinkett
Known by the shadows I krept with them wherever I went. I clung to them, and to the darkness they gave me.
"You're so rough, The way you speak, The way you hold yourself."   I am not soft and sweet, lipgloss and gossamer, lace and vanilla.   No, I am not.  
they say loner - wierdo - freak. i say independent - creative - unique. they say her appearance offends. i say she doesn't hide and pretend. they say
Pick yourself apart. You won't look at yourself as a whole. You will detect every flaw. You refuse to embrace every stunning compliment. You desire to
When I was a young child, I loved myself. I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
When I close my eyes... I can hear the sweet whispers in the rain I can see moons and galaxy's turning The honey glazed lights Twinkling glitter Pink cotton candy And Neverland. To which I sail,
I'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies When a reflection meets my eyes Rather be an elder at my final hour Than a newly sprouted flower Better to be tattered and worn Than word left unsworn
Ten years of Anxiety's stuttering tongues, fast shaking hands, and numbing of lungs, did much more damage than I'd ever thought.
I am somone. The way my hair looks, and the body shape I have doesn't impact
I wish that I could say I woke up on a bed of diamonds and gold, I wish that I could say the clothes I have on arent used or a couple years old. I wish I didnt care about what others said, the opinions of those around me,
For as long as i can remembe
When I wake up, I'm flawless, After I brush my teeth, I floss it Floss my teeth and my swag because being flawless always makes me happy not sad I wear jeans and sweats with a shirt and hat
THEIR SOLITARY KINSHIP
Who am I and who will I become,  to fall far from the family tree or be the last one?  Who will accept my failures and love my flaws? Everyone loves a girl who is always less flawed. 
A woman so amazing, Perfect in every way, With such a beautiful smile, That can lighten up any man
on the spectrum of dreams only one is heard as usual   in everyday life only one is valued no surprise   "let us make a change" we repeat as nothing changes  
My thighs expand the length of continents But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains My hazel eyes ooze the color of a muddy emerald sea But the pores on my face are often compared to broad craters
I cannot fathom How some people cannot see Their worth. Which is ironic because Every time I look in the mirror I feel worthless.   But oddly enough, When I look at others
Am I truly flawless, do i really belong After seeing what people consider flawless
All around me I hear laughter, Yet I am not laughing. They did not hit me, but inside my soul is hurting. I look whole, but inside I am just a pile of broken pieces Waiting, hoping, praying
Embrace your individuality. No one gets to define who you areL Love what you love without worrying about judgement. Take pride in what makes you different. Afterall individualtiy divides you from the rest.
I am alive I have survived What the Earth Has thrown at me   I exist I can fight Even with all That ails me   I am gay And that’s okay I have blue hair
It’s not about the skin tight dress or sky high heels, It’s not even about how that silly boy makes you feel. When I wake up in the morning, My hair’s a mess, acne all over, and that breath comes out with no warning.
I sit and I stare into the mirror at my chest.
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
Please, do not mistake my careful acquiesce for a lack of will. As nice of a girl as I may be, I am not weak. My backbone is strong enough to carry the weight of the solar system.
I am flawless by the way i walk and the way I talk. I like to be different. That is the way I was taught. I care not for the fashion trends. But what is within.
I'm flawless Lawless A rebel with a cause I show promise Prowess My drive does not pause   And I'm lightning Tightening My grip around my dreams It's enlightening
From day to day we fight to see the beauty behind thee, these cuts we cover dust to find the strength within the idea of we, anger leads to failure to go where we strive to be, denial of hope in the beauty we do not see,
I am flawless because I know that I am not perfectI understand that perfection is unnecessary, unattainable, and unentertainingI am flawless because I am real
I am flawless, not because im perfect, but because I'm me. I walk with confidence and show just that. I am flawless. I smile because there's no reason not to. I am flawless. I persue greatness when everyone fails to. I am flawless.