flawlesslam
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Behind the lights and cameras,
Behind the edits and makeup,
I am unique.
Hidden behind the photoshop
Is a girl who just wants to be heard.
Who wants to be noticed,
To be cared for,
Nobody is perfect,
I hear it every day,
"Flawless just doesn't exist",
But who cares what people say.
Beautiful, confident, bold;
Ugly, fat, queer;
We are our greatest critics,
An understanding towards people
No matter who they are
Because giving is always better
Than avoiding the cause.
It’s the quietness of a whisper,
The softness of a puppy,
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
I am enough
Beautiful
Smart
And imperfect
But through
My imperfections
I can make this world great
I can give my
Time
Service
And talents
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.
I could not determine why
I continued to let my hopes and dreams die
Turns out...
Right here, right now, she sees what she wants
Eyes, a nose, and a mouth
The paint along her cheeks
The black surrounding her eyes.
It's a mask.
Disguising the doubt and hate.
My mind is a clock tower, the cogs ever turning;
My heart a cauldron of passion foaming, churning, burning.
I've yet to unlock what's deep down inside,
Growing up in a rural town, a child is planted in a foundation based on a few societal beliefs
That God is the only un-defyable truth in life and societal obedience defines your worth
Happiness
As easy for me to spread as cooties
Smiling is my super power
With a laugh that can save a life
Why shouldn't I fly up,up, and away?
I will protect the world with the best of me
I like me,
To a point,
I mean at least I don't flee,
I don't need a damn joint,
I am Diabetic,
It just so happens to be genetic,
Auto Immune disorder,
Something I can't get in order,
Naked standing in front of the mirror,
Prays to herself,
Wondering why she is so beautiful like momma
God is the maker of all mankindHes so flawless he will blow your mindI wanna be a member of his teamTrying to live holy with
Gazing at the long mirror that attaches to my beige dresser
I have a serious, yet soft look on my face
Three hours of getting ready
Even though I'm freckled and thick
Even though I'm blind and poor
Even though I'm short and white
Your words don't hurt me anymore
I've come to learn what it's all about
A conflict centuries old
The face, aboriginal
Indigenous
And
Yet
I realize as the moon kisses
The ocean and the dog
Reminisces over
January
That
I did wake up, like this,
All I can see is my imperfections
Not realising each one of them is a blessing
God has made everyone with care
When it feels like it is falling Apart
Remember to every end there's a start
The mirror cracks
with broken glass
unable to hold
the lies that are told
everything plastic
thought as attractive
the soulless has worth
we're told to convert
what is to live
Now, I will step forward.
Later, I will step up.
But never, will I step down.
No speech, no sermon, no diatribe
Will break me or my ambition.
Because I have the drive.
When people look at me
they call me beautiful
but i dont see
what they see
when i look
in a mirror
i see a girl with black hair
and dressed in black
from her head
to her toes
Everything and nothing are revelant sources,
life and death are not so far behind.
These things are relevant to each other,
and knowldege and wisdom are not far behind.
Look around there is a sure sign of it.
