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

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