Beautiful Imperfections
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
It’s almost as if we belong on a leash
We are taught to conceal these flaws
What we’re not taught is that these imperfections make us raw
They what makes us ourselves
Bring out what you love
Do something for a charity
Make the tune to a melody
You are you and that’s what counts
Not how many scars you have on your mouth
Cherish your complexion
Make it your affection
We’re taught to conceal
But we need to be real