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I am the image of perfection
I brandish femininity with pride
I hold my love and my hope like a weapon
To frighten anyone who would question my beauty;
Skinny arms and stubby legs
Stretch marks
Beauty marks
Small smiles with chapped lips
I don’t have to be tough to make it
I’m the queen of big cozy vintage sweaters, of hair bows and polka dots, pink nails and stuffed animals.
My crown is made out of daisies, but don’t let that fool you; it doesn’t need thorns to poison.
This poem is about:
Me