Flawless Scholarship Slam
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Empty inside
Hollow and wanting, waiting
Waiting to feel something wanting to feel anything
I do feel
Feeling only pain and anger
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
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;
Hidden Beneath the surface,But in plain sight to all,They help assure that I,Am on my way to fall.We all have some,No one has none,They are what makes me man,
I. Nigoda
charcoal wings charred to a crisp
succumbed to surreptitious marauders
intruders chipping down cerebral walls that hiss
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,
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,
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.
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,
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
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.
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
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 am Fat,
A little pudge keeps me warm.
I am a Loser,
But I succed because I fail.
I am Angry,
For showing passion.
I am flawless.
Curly or straight my hair is the color of fresh honey oozing from a hive.
Huggably short in stature having a little more feet than five.
Long eyelashes and warm pink lips too.
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
Young
Ambitious
Passionate
Freckles
Scars
Acne
Flawless because I look past my flaws
Flawless because I see the best in others
Flawless because my heart shows through my smile
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
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
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 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.
I am…
A lot of things
Good
Bad
Both
Many things
But
Not flawless
Sorry
If you were expecting something else
I always tell the truth
As I will now
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
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,
My flaws make me flawless.
I am made up of imprefections,
this is who I am.
I am not that beautiful model on the magazine,
but I dont a perect style.
But I consider myself unique.
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,
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
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
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,
We were young and in love
We were a fiery passion
You were just playing a game
You just weren’t that into me
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
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
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
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.
A man of wisdom and everlasting truth
If I was there, Sir, I would have yelled "Don't shoot!"
A quality worth admirationaccommodates traits of inspiration.A trait that a madman can't draw from an implication,but a trait that makes the madman fall in the beauty of temptation.
Flaw. Lawf. Laugh. Because having flaws is hilarious.
It's hilarious because it's completely...imperfect.
Perfection is nonexistent. Flaws exist.
In you.
In me.
It takes a lot of patience
To be a girl like me.
To work so hard for lots of things
That my friends all get for free
It takes a lot of courage
To be a girl like this
Flawless
Is that a thing?
When I look down I see a disproportioned girl
When I look in the mirror I see an unsatisfied girl
When I look into my eyes, I see an empty, sad, and lonely girl.
Imperfect
Nursed by society to only think “thin”.
Was taught by aging and time to despise my own skin
In a society that makes me cringe,
Where growing up nobody wins.
I am fire.
Relentless. Feared.
Powerful beyond measure.
I am the night sky.
Wonderful. Mysterious.
Expanding infinitely into oblivion.
I am the sun.
Brilliant. Fierce.
Lack of confidence
that is your immortal enemy
No one doubts yourself more than you
Somehow you cannot outrun these thoughts
They are just there
Ready to kick you when you are down
Put on the mask.
The mask is worn to rid your fears.
You are afraid
Of harmful words in a slingshot.
You are afraid
Of hidden judgement ready to be uncovered.
You are afriad
My ace in the hole
My face, my place-name
My state,
My nationality
My race.
My ace in the hole,
A person, a feeling
A hidden scrap of meaning
A way to show you all
My patience is flawless.
I think firstMy logic secondMy reactions are methodicalAnger is quiet and checked inInside a mental hotel.
My scars are my greatest beauty.
They are my greatest flaws,
But they are what make me flawless.
Each scar tells a success story,
Something I’ve fought
And overcome.
Club foot,
I am flawless, for I wake each morning with an open mind.
I am flawless, even when the mirror says otherwise.
I am flawless; I always have the opportunity to learn something new.
I am flawless; my words can move a crowd.
I am made
Entirely of flaws
But make
No
Assumptions
I am still
PERFECT
I am the goddess of my own domain
With the ability to change the world
I look in the mirror and what do I see?A girl that's too skinny looking at meSo I go and I eatAnd I gain a little weight
I am beautiful
I scream to the sky
I am beautiful
I scream, no deny.
Then the sky turns grey
Here they come I think
To decieve to lie
And to hurt me.
Flawless is an image that people want us to create. A way for all of us to find a way to sedate, these feelings inside of true hate and remorse. Which is why I try and scream, but it just comes out all hoarse. This idea is just a way to try an
Misconceptions of color began
with veins.
I heard they ran a shock of blue as cold
as my lips when they touched my last lover,
but the anger I felt during the fallout of
I am flawless because I have had people to help me rise above.
I am flawfless because I push myself to become a better person.
I am flawless because I have passion for life. I want other people to be as flawless as I am.
I used to see all my imperfections as hold ups, yet he has always seen me as flawless. The longer he loves me, the more I begin to view things as he. I am beginning to see myself as he sees me.
I was told to write about
An aspect of myself that is worthy of
Respect
And admiration.
But I say,
Every part of me
Is more than worthy.
I may not always seem
The kindest.
Life is reeling in an enormous fish.
Out goes the line, reel it back, and out it goes again.
Don't force it, give the line some play.
The fish will be caught when it's ready, although it was never ready to begin with.
I know that I have it in me (I have it in me)
I know that I have it in me (I have it in me)
I have it in me -
There's more than meets the eye
I'm gonna spread my wings and fly
I woke up from a dream
A dream of fantasy
In a world of endless possibilities
In a world where I was who I wanted to be
It's not your looks, it's not your words.
It's everything else, it's you.
You complete me, when you're not here i'm so alone.
You're all i want, you're flawless.
I am beauty
Taking and making from what I can
And fast pacing, embracing, and front facing
Love, but don’t touch
I am peace
Creation, devotion
I am not perfect, why should I try?
I am not you, why should I be?
I am not ugly, why should I lie?
I am myself, entirely, flawlessly me.
Tears have etched paths through the make up covering my scars
Our image is our pain, our weakness is our way,
Insecurity makes us forget we ever felt anything different.
We feel like the only way to love ourselves to impress the others.
What makes me flawless? .......
working hard towards my goals each day
does not come easy, no way
I had to push myself even when I became discouraged
I am woman hear me roar
Harsh words, harsh thoughts, hurting:
-useless.
Mirrors, magazines, television:
-relentless
Running, crying, fighting:
-hopeless.
Open arms, shelter, love:
-forgiveness.
With respect and admiration there must be challenges and hardships
Without it there will be nothing
To earn respect, takes humility, hard work, and heart
To be admirable, there must be positivity, energy, and strength
Being flawless is
seeing the beauty in your flaws
Being flawless is
accepting your flaws.
Being flawless is
knowing you're unique.
Being flawless is
being you no matter what anyone says.
I embrace my butt
and curvy figure
because that is what I do
being yourself is beautiful
I am strong, independent and fierce
I am a woman
I may not be a stick thin model,
my thighs may not have a gap
my face might not be acne free
my stomach, certainly not flat
I could go on all day about my flaws
and what I can do to improve
I was born Flawless
Through the blood and veins of my ancestors
The chocolate glow of my skin
The beauty of my heritage
brought into this imperfect world
yet delivered into this world by greatness
The reason I am flawless does not come from society
Society everyday tells me I am less
I am not smart enough
I am not skinny enough
I am not kind and I am not selfless
Who am I?
I used to ask myself.
The harsh words i used to tell myself left only an impression as I turned my back on yesterday.
Today, as I look back at who I used to be, I Am Proud.
Flawless am I... Well, maybe so.
I am who I am, right?
Perfect? No, for I in the sight of greatness am yet flawed.
But seek out the truth yet I alone remain in the light of flawlessness.
Everyone has flaws,
Some are crippled and debilitated by them
Others wear them as badges of honor and character
The emptiness consumes you
It eats you from the inside out
So slowly and carefully
That you wont notice until it had become you
The emptniess within becomes the emptiness surrounding
And you cant escape...
I am no diamond,
no gem, nor sane,
nor a narcissist if such
becomes my name...
For my flawlessness is known by all
it is the reason for your fall,
where you lack I excel
Life tries to put me down
Bring me as far as below the ground
It doesn't want to see me succeed
It wants me to fail, never to excede
But time and again, when life brings me down
When dancing, I'm perfect
I don't care what you say
My one night of respect
I'm doing it my way
Dance without any thought
No plans or needless faults
Why?
Why is it that we don't know that we are beautiful?
Why is it that there is always somebody that wants to put us down?
Why is it that ugly is the definition of the outside, yet the opposite of the inside?
As Little girls we grow up looking up to our mothers
As CHildern we look up to Tv Stars
As TEEns we look up to Magazines
As YOUNg adults we look up to super models
As WOMEN we look up to god...
i am not flawless
i give up too easily
i never fill up sketchbooks
i make my sister upset
when i'm nervous, i cry
when i'm sad, i shut people out
when i'm scared, i don't talk
Not only am I tiny with perfectly straight hair
Nor a person to make people stop and stare
I dont want to be flawless trying to be whats on TV
I want to be flawless for just being me
I may not have the nicest or newest shoes
The silence deafens
My ears, they ring
My voice, it rises
on distant wings.
The words just flow
so naturally
in languages,
French, or Japanese
in accents
(something is different as you dislodge it from the cookie)
If you be the miricle you want to see happen, that miricle will not happen
But for some chance that it does, behold the next level
Sinner! Socialist!
Jump in the calling cauldron!
Burn! Suffer, loner!
What can I do? Who am I?
Should I cry? Sorrow
slings, swallows, sings sadly.
Slits me. Skewers me.
My brown eyes are flawless
My brown eyes melt into golden pools of emotion and wisdom
That you can't even fathom
My brown eyes are those of an innocent doe
I'm not you.
That's what makes me beautiful,
Smart,
Awesome,
Flawless.
It's not that you aren't any of these things.
You are these things as well because you aren't me.
See this eye of mine?
Look close,
even closer...
This is a work of art,
something so magnificent,
no magnifier is needed to see,
the stunning sky within me.
No, that is not a reflection.
“You’re a nerd,” “You’re ugly,” there are so many things people say to knock us down.
But don’t listen to it, it’s not true. That is not how we should be defined.
All the comments and all the looks, they cause us to drown,
A thousand stories
pacing up and down the streets.
They are just children
grown up too fast,
Smiling faces
with very broken pasts.
A thousand differences
Not good or bad
When I open my mouth
Diamonds flow out
Words of grace, intelligence and faith
When I smile
All you see
Is pearly whites
Straight, and perfect
Made from God Himself
I may be imperfect
I always wonder if It was only me
dreaming that Im going to live successfully.
But i can't ague for being in poverty,
because mommy crying, "I sorry baby".
Midnight in the city, many people still wandering about.
I happen to be one of those people, I began to doubt.
Upon realization that the crowd around me was missing something,
what's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing.
I'm not all about that swag ,but more class.
what's wrong with the car I'm driving can you tell it's out of style.
Sure I still use a walkman
You won't get lost in my brown eyes,
My face is often littered with big red dots,
I can't flip my hair like a Garnier commercial.
My eyebrows need plucking,
My legs need a shave,
Sitting before a mirror,
I cannot believe my ears.
Held with such esteem,
these poisonous creeds speed
I hear these songs singing about my body
Every girl and every boy is judged
Can you feel the burning eyes?
Those who judge are judged upon
Those who watch are also watched
Look at yourself
alone thats all i will ever be
how can he see the beauty in me if i cant see it in myself
images posters plastered all over
maybe if i was her
her
or her
but no im ME
Her hair was tied back into a single ponytail
As she dug her shoulder into her much more masculine opponent.
The quaffle was safely cradled into her arm
And there was no way in hell she was going to give it to him.
I am flawless because I am human.
I am flawless from my natural ends to my pink polished toe nails.
I am flawless for my fisty attitude and for the sway of my hips as I walk down the school halls.
I have insecurities,
I have scars,
but everything I have is what makes me ME
all these flawless things I have
To have self-worth is to know who you are.
To know who you are is to understand
what you stand for, what you believe
and be prepared to defend those beliefs.
To have self worth is to accept the
In their eyes,
My ambitions are governed by the thoughts of a prize.
For simple tasks, I'm not considered but simply despised.
Looking at the mirror, I see more than they can.
Words have been used since way back in the day.
Way back then in the cavemen days.
We evolved from grunts and now use words for "fronts".
I have become the face side of a penny--
Hoping to be lucky,
But scuffed by a hurrying shoe, turned over in the dust.
Passing faces only see the outside of you--
But I see your heart
Chocolate brown eyes glare at the early moring sun
Hair a mess; a nest atop of her
She streches ans yawns and falls back
Wriggling around in bed a fuss is made
Let her sleep, o let her sleep
Chocolate brown eyes glare at the early moring sun
Hair a mess; a nest atop of her
She streches ans yawns and falls back
Wriggling around in bed a fuss is made
Let her sleep, o let her sleep
I once lied about being me
My lies become my dreams
I can't no longer be who I wanted to be
Because the lies changed me internally
Because I wanted to be flawless
Put on make up,
do your hair,
wear nice clothes,
be gentle and fair
In order to be flawless
that's what you have to do.
Here's what I have to say to that
Fuck you
The name of my people is "Hmong"
and we are self-dubbed "The Free" -
whatever that means.
But contrary to the lies,
the stereotyps,
and the idealized,
I have big brown eyes
Flawless?
There is no such thing.
Everyone has them no matter how much they try to hide.
Those little imperfections, mistakes, and problems.
But that’s what makes a person.
True Beauty comes from the inside
My laughter is contagious, My smile can light up a room
True Beauty comes from self discipline and responsibility
I strive to learn more and always do more
You said what?My very presence makes people scowl with envy.My perfection is somewhat nausiating but pure.You said what?That's right; I earned every bit of it.
When did it become socially unacceptable to be an individual?
So what I don't weigh the same as you or have the same style as you.
Does that make me any less of a human being?
Let's take it on back,Let's revese some tracks,We'll start here, then go there,We'll see if we end up anywhere,
This person you see,Ain't nothing to be,I'm nothing great,But I don't hate,
I'm have many good traits, I'm "flawless"
But people only watch for the bad traits regardless
Similar to a pacifist, I'd probably go outside and help someone after this
I'm benevolent, a GOD sent
If you turn on the TV,
You’ll see society’s image of perfection.
The pearly white teeth leering,
Brown skin aint beautiful to a world that sees only white
My braided hair looks like dreadlocks to those with long silky blonde hair
Bright red lipsticks make my lips look huge
You cant see me during nighttime selfies
In a world where a dull mind is a virtue,
There live very few men who
Through learned lenses see
The world as it was meant to be seen.
A world that is not neat and clean,
I take up labels
On an endless mission to actually discover
Every aspect of who I am
And I would proudly use “flawless” as one check off the list,
Even though I am flawed.
If you believe you are perfect
When I was a good little Catholic girl, I was sweet as sugar and always adorned in dresses that fluttered in my wake as I chased after my older brother, longing to fit in his shoes, worshiping the ground he walked on.
I do not understand my mother.My mother is the head of business,went-back-for-master’s,workaholic who bringsin about ninety nine percentof the household income.My mother once snapped at a man
Fierce and low budget do not belong in the same sentence
But that was my predicament, the low income dilemna I was stuck facing
My parents said I don't need to be flawless
I need God because of my flaws
I’ve been labeled in life as if I were fresh produce in the store waiting to be bought.
But my bruises and blemishes, my deformities made me unworthy of the price the sign above me read.
I can see dead eyes stare back at me
In the hallways of Hell
Skin and bone and exhaustion
Hidden behind eyeliner and lipstick,
Hunger ignored for the sake of love
That won’t last more than a night,
Papers cover pink grey fortifications,
Although the area within would ignite phobia,
Papers and writer hears no limitations,
Except those from writers with corrupted cornea.
Rush through the hallway
Head down
Books clutched in my hands
Pressed against my chest.
Don’t make eye contact!
Don’t let them see your face.
Good.
Now keep going.
Not too fast!
You said I’d always be yours
You told me you wanted to be the one I loved,
The one I could tell anything to.
The person who can cheer me up on my darkest days
The person I can feel safe with,
They call us
thieves -
filthy, hungry,
bean-eating
wetback thieves.
They look at our
brown skin
and sneer.
But
they do not know
who we really are.
Am I beautiful ?
Depends who you ask
Am I funny ?
Depends who you ask
Am I cool ?
Depends who you ask
I am who I am
I am like everyone else
Unique
Different
Imperfection is what makes us flawless.
It lets us appreciate the true beauty around us.
My body shakes violently; My breathing is getting fast, Another sharp jab trough my heart. Defeated by this pain the pieces fall. I search wildly for my dear friend. My tears flow like the rivers streams.
Women are more than just pretty little things;
We are genius, we are classic, we are the female kings.
So when someone says being smart more than pretty just isn’t right;
Well, let’s just say I do get very contrite.
Live life like no tomorrow,
Have no regrets,
Make the best of everyday,
You never know what can be found
My lips curve just right
When I smile
My eyes continuously sparkle
They've done so since I was a child
I'm not small darling
Get it right, I'm petite
I'm not saying it in arrogance
It hasn't been perfect.
We've made mistakes, stumbled blindly.
Held the status quo...for the wrong reasons.
Ignoring what we could have accomplished.
But it has gotten better.
How many times will I let them tear me down?
When will enough be enough?
The mockingjays taunt and call without any substance behind them.
Forgive them for they know not what they do.
I am flawless.
I was born to love all I come across in a world of war.
I was raised to love all that hate me.
I am flawlessly loving in nature.
I shall spread my love to all the world,
As I am like no other.
You're ugly
A nerd
Too short
The list is endless
People can be cruel
Pointing out your flaws as if a game
I remain unfazed
These are not lies they tell me
Yet i am not affected
My core was corrupted many years ago
by a fiend who krept into me via my right eye
it scampered and planted its many seeds if doubt
so that when it eventually left me, I was unsure of my true value
I was that girl, who weighed more than she should've.
Who wore glasses and braces to make my appearance even more bitter.
I was the girl who was always "just a friend", because my face was naked, curly hair on my head.
When no one sees my beauty
I see perfect flaws
The way my eyes or shaped
The way they shine with wisdom
I see freckles that are uncommon
My name is Marilyn, yes like Monroe
I have my own standards that I strive to meet
I decided a long time ago
I was never going to retreat
I am flawless because I am not normal
Mankind has become a world of manmade waterfalls.
Inherently beautiful, mejestic by nature, a sovereign force.
Manmade, however, mankind is molded into another's vision,
This is a poem that represents by struggle with depression for years and how i have begun to overcome it.
A butterfly once landed on me
And told me I was beautiful;
For some reason I believed her.
She kissed my cheeks
And told me I was allowed to dream;
For some reason I believed her.
My hair has split ends.
My eyes look like mud.
My body has scars.
And I don't say "Amen."
You ask what I think of myself
And I hesitate.
But then you ask if I have flaws.
There’s something
no one else has
Only one person does
That’s me.
Well,
Maybe Sherlock Holmes has it too.
But then again-
Maybe not.
Okay, he’s faster.
'Flawless' is of flawed design,
I am not perfect, nor are you,
But knowing that my flaws are mine,
And that they've made me strong with time,
I praise myself where praise is due.
When I look in the mirror
Who do I see?
Do I see the scar under my left brow?
Do I see the blemish forming under my chin?
No.
But do I see large beautiful brown eyes?
Do I see high cheekbones?
I am not the numbers on the scale
I am not the numbers on the ruler
I am not the number on my test
I am not the number that determines my breast
I am the one who is beautiful
I am the one who is happy
I am outgoing
I flow with the air
but I slow down
I am not a clown
when I'm bright
I shine like the sun.
