I am flawless
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Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
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You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned
No matter your agreement or concern
Poetry can be written by anyone
No matter by paper or touge
Your reason or cause
Being flawless isn't always easy.
To achieve true beauty, you must believe
that you can do whatever you set your mind to.
I never let myself see the downside of my dream.
You work hard, you smile at every
They left you a piece of coal
Take revenge by becoming a diamond
And no diamond can be made without pressure.
After the pressure of your past and problems you overcame
I am like a man,
flawed and broken,
left on the hot sand
to fry and crisp like a token.
The shell created by social brutality
falls away to reveal the shining
soul climbing through harsh reality,
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
I am flawless
as a gem hidden away in the mountain stone
I am unique
away from the crowd on my own
I am strong
like a sicamore tree
I am independent
for I had to grow up early
I am loyal
Start the day working.
Whether it is on a car
Or on a drawing.
I work untill it is done.
I embraced myself when I couldn't stand
I became my own friend and my own enemy
I used my heart, my mind, and soul
Death talked to me
I shut him down
I healed my wounds
I only grew stronger
I feel like crap
In the mirror you can see
The deprivation of my oh so needed sleep
With dark circles surrounding my eyes
I feel like I could cry
Makeup can’t be seen in sight
I woke up like this, flawless, I woke up like this, beauty so rare. I woke up like this, girl with dreads, I woke up like this pretty dark skin. I woke up like this thick in the hips.
When I wake out of bed,
I see a young girl dressed in red.
Her brown wavy hair in a bun,
Atop her head.
Olive skin, and big brown eyes
Full of honor and pride.
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today?
And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay
No.
I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
Never did expect,
for it to give up
but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream;
wishing my pancreas would wake up with
Me and realize I still needed it.
But it was never a dream, and
My name is joy and I am colored girl
brown painted work of art with wide hips and thick lips a colored girl
not just yellow blue green or red but all colors and shade swirled into one ebony colored piecea colored girl
Gems and Dimonds
and most of the lot
are smeared and bruised
by life's dirty plots
so thus we gems
so thus we diamonds
work from dust
to bring new light
we are not perfect
What makes me Flawless?
Is it the clothes I wear,
The shoes,
my face,
my hair,
No, what first comes to mind when I think of myself being flawless is ME
my personality,
my mind,
my story,
My name is Isobel and I know its quite simple at best but I must confess it suites me well.
I try to walk away from who i really am
I try to hide my true self
I'm scared to show everyone who i really am
I question if i'll be excepted
So i just stay to myself
I wake up to a sea of white.
Is this what society is preparing me for?
Being marginalized as "that black girl".
I expected more.
Perhaps my standards were too high,
From the Clothes that I were
To the style of my hair
There a smile on my face
That has no disgrace
True me
What I always want to be
From the sweet sound of my voice
I can accept my mistakes
Just as easily as I bake cakes.
I can always move forward with my life,
Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.
To bond with creatures
Is not only in my nature,
Flawless doesn't mean perfect,
We let celebrities and athletes define it for us.
Flawless means that you have accepted your flaws,
You've learned to love them and use them to inspire others.
Beauty is skin deep
For some that may be true
For others its not how they look
I was taught
That no matter what happens
I would never be "flawless".
I was TAUGHT
That who I am
Makes me flawed.
I WAS TAUGHT
That being exactly who I am
Was unacceptable.
Im sometimes wrong, but I'm always right
sometimes I win, when I refuse to fight
Im not perfect , but who is?
I'm gonna change the world with my words of encouragement
see, look at me.
short bubbly and kind
Perfect in the eyes of others;
Flawed in the eyes of the mirror.
I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
There are times when I feel ugly,
not good enough,
angry,
upset,
hateful,
but these times are punctuated with exclamation points of happiness,
enthusiasm,
feeling better,
good enough,
Expressing how I feel
sometimes confuse me a great deal
Can I understand myself?
Or better yet can you?
I dont always say what I feel
But when I do I keep it real
Anywhere any place
If I cry or if I'm down
My resillence picks me back up
My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger
My confidence is not found in a cup
When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"
and that just does the trick
I may be short, but oh, do these legs make me stand tall.
These legs, yes, MY legs give me the strength to do as I choose.
And how I appreciate these wonderful creations God has given me
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
Why follow a crowd?
Never have fit in with a pack.
I've always taken the " small leap of faith" so they say.
Natural hair? Psh I've dyed my hair so many colors natural isn't even an option anymore!
Get speed dressed, eat quickly, rush to school. . .
Get good grades, get compliments, feel awkward. . .
Get sister, get home, get sleep. . .
Wake up and do it all over again.
Girls.
Overpriced makeup. It
Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
Reasons why I am flawless:
I am not. I have a dead rose garden buried in my body and a barbed wire fence around my heart.
French vanilla is what they see of me
and has always viewed me as
lack of sun is what they may say
but African American is me all the way
the background of my family is what I would
Your feet are too big
Your feet are too small
Your legs are too thick
Your legs are too thin
Your butt is big
Your butt is small
Be who I am
Your tummy is so flat
You (Flawless)
She wakes up and starts her day
Gets in the car and goes to school
Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your more than your beatuiful cures and thighs.
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your blemishes and imperfections are your perfections.
It's true no one is perfect.
But everyone can become Flawless.
I'm flawless in my own way.
I am Fanatical.
I am Loyal.
I am Accepting.
I am Whimsical.
I am Lovable.
I am Enthusiastic.
The wind carries my soul away from this society that is oh so cruel
, and I am greeted by the birds in the sky
To those who look
nothing seems extraordinary
a standard face, two eyes
a nose, high cheek-bones
they look at her with big bright eyes
little do they know she rages inside
they look at her like she's an angel sent from above
little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
Flawed; simply those who stand with imperfections, and have mental or physical blemishes.
I believe you are what you think you are...
Self-fulfilling prophecy
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror,
To see who I am and wonder if I need to change.
The media shows us that we are inferior,
That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
Verse 1:
Why do I fall when I stand
why do I sink when I swim
and why when I try these things never go as planned
when I'm around you everything I try to do seems to fail
I want to be strong.
I want to be pretty.
I want to be heard.
Someone will always have what we want,
but cherishing what we have is the best thing to own.
I always thought,
and thought.
A beautiful face is that all you see , desighner on her back , matched with the gucci shoes and using common phrases such as ...."I sip my tea ".
When in life,
In times of strife,
One must be a leader.
Whether it sounds its command in a roar or a squeak,
Whether it executes with the hand of the strong or the mind of the weak,
She rides the bus every day to school,
and people tell her she is uncool.
Every day she eats lunch with the teacher,
Delicate as a flower,
precious as gold.
Pure in heart,
blossoming white as snow.
A mother's first born is a flawless love.
To have and to hold,
to fly away like a dove.
Family by fate,
People will hate on other people
They will put them down and make them feel like nothing
Just because they don't look a certain way or dress a certain way
Depressed-depressed and purged from joy
I stand in the absence of men.
Fears of course are not lacking
And regrets I continue stacking.
Yet how generous is your hatred’s provider
