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I am not skinny, I am not fat
but I'm a little on the heavy side
I have brown eyes that I love
I don't have perfect skin
but I'm okay with that
most girls want to look like the models in magazines
the day i first met him i turned to stone.
my eyes seemed to fog over when he passed by me and my
normally nonstop lips fused together.
he seemed to fit so perfectly to me
like a lego in my lap but
i guess shes been my friend all my life.
though she was not always there,
she resided in shadows
waiting to pounce to
bestow her perfection
to
flood my mind with dust and bones...
My perfection is my absolute truth, through the scars and the pain of my youth. The world In which I lived was was not clear skies of blue, but nontheless the only one that I knew.
I am FLAWLESS
because I know my
Flaws I am
fearless because
I held no fear
I'm not perfect
Because it overrated
but I am
special in my
own way
my flaws are
Dreams and drapes
grabbed my attention in
third grade,
then in seventh grade,
I wanted to be a baker,
there I went dreaming again
tenth grade starts
and I can't choose
'You're a good girl, so you get a toy'
I'm a good girl, so I got a toy.
You're so smart, you must get straight As.'
I am smart but I got Cs.
'Cheyenne tell me, why are you so PERFECT?'
I wake up with morning hair and morning breath
Am I perfect yet?
I trip and I fall
Am I perfect yet?
I'm not skinny. I am curvy.
Am I perfect yet?
I don't go out with my friends, a lot.
That perfect caption -
it's all I need to say.
It tells the world what I'm doing,
where I'm at,
when I'll be away.
That corresponding picture
(damn I look so fine!)
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
The first time I did i was prepared
I'd tried my best just to impress
No shirt on and my messy hair
With a quick judgement I thought this was my best
Surely everyone else will think the same
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
"Girl, you might as well just stop"
Well , I dont believe I ever asked you
When were you ordained the power of God to delegate what I can and what I cant do?
Unmask me, what is it you see?
A striking smile, but I see a weary girl, seeking her strength.
Green eyes hunting for her soul.
Unmask me, what is it you see?
Behind the eye shadow and lip gloss,
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real.
I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
A dark waistland surounds me,
all I see is nothing,
but nothing dosen't see me.
The emptyness swallows me whole,
but as I enter its throat,
It spits me back out into the Valley of Nowhere.
A pale white mask sits all alone
Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown.
Hidden behind it is an identity unknown
The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
My name is Jada
I am not your video slave
I am a young girl
Boys raped me on tape
Sadly the tape went viral
Now everyone knows
I chose to stand tall
I was a victim it’s true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
I've once relied on someone,
for love, security, and fun.
I've learned you're the only person who cares for you most,
only you can keep yourself so close.
I can get through so much misery,
I walk alone sometimes.
you may ask me how i am,
i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.
I walk alone sometimes.
it does not bother me,
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;
It's a Monday morning and you've got to get up,
You're tired, alone, down in the dumps,
You want to slep, go out, stay at home, anything cool,
Unfortunately, you know you've got to go to school,
Your determination and commitment is your life,
How far are you willing to go, willing to fight?
Commit to your husband or wife, stand by their side for life,
Commit to school and follow the rules,
I am
the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease
no life long numbing agent that could
soothe and heal it.
It left a faded scar as a badge of honor....
It's. No. Breeze.
I wish I could be the pretty girl
The popular one
The one that everybody knows
The one that everyone wants to talk to
The girl everybody wants to hang out with
But no
I'm not the pretty girl
my eyes tend to judge me
my mind wonders recklessly as I stare in the mirror
my eyes tend to judge me..could I make this any clearer?
I have flawless ambition.
I want more than I know how to approach
As a result
I never fall short of achieving at least something
What is beauty?
It is somewhat hard to say,
Because all things are beautiful
If you look at them the right way.
People focus on aesthetics;
Imperfections they will hide.
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star?
Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
Papa always told me I wasn't a porcelain barbie.
He said I was too dark to be lovely, I had no pink cheeks nor colored eyes.
He refused to stay home most of the time,
My Definition
Us human beings; residents of our minds & slaves of our soul
We choose to see what is only wrong in every journey; what cannot be fixed
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess
With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back
Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm
I parked in a garage, eat that
Running late to school, teachers late
I don't appreciate
when you approach me
just to tell me that I'm so blessed
with such a sexy body.
And you have no right
to be offended when
I don't kiss the ground you walk on
Who am I?
A doctor, writer, or biologist
A musician, detective, or radiologist
Who am I?
A dancer, veterinarian , or accountant
A teacher, athlete, or consultant
Who am I?
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me. I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
Perfection;
The most desired thing,
The all-consuming and pointless thing,
That so many obsess and hurt themselves over.
There are so many things we all want to change,
I am my scars
They paint my body, and my heart
A story for the reader
If they can see it
The one on my wrist from petting a cat
Visiting a shelter, holding death
I went despite my allergies
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
My body is a temple built upon rolling hills that collide with the clouds and can almost touch the sky.
My body is a temple full of growth, sunshine, green pastures, and sweet melodies.
Look around ladies, and tell me what you seeSociety's telling us all how to act, look, and who to beBeyoncé said it best when she woke up without a flaw,Now raise up with pure confidence, make the doubters stand in awe.
The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop
can be faded or everlasting.
Blowing your breath along its surface
and slide nimble fingers across and
for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks
When you were little, you were small.
Everyone was.
When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans,
Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
The mirror highlights the differences
From the polaroid on the wall
Of a man undriven, sad but unwilling
Enslaved to his own weakness
Sharp words and cruel tongues
Ignited the crucible long overdue
Dependency Conflicted
What should've been restricted
Honeysuckle violet roses
Come to me
When I'm at my lowest
Opiate sinsemilla
Desolate feelings are too familiar
Waft Inhale
Being impeccable is over-rated,
unattainable, impossible, and even outdated.
I prefer my goofy smile,
and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle,
over that of a life monotonous with perfection.
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,
To be brought and to age
in a world of masks
To be raised and trained
to forge my own
To be afraid to be without it
At the end of the day
I'm still me
I see hope.
I see light.
I see a love
For life that might
Hide deep inside
His heart,
Beneath pain and sorrow
That tears him apart.
I hear cries.
I hear sobs.
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take.
Legs so powerful that carry my weight
and knees that allow them to bend.
I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
Twenty photos taken
Ten are deleted
Five are retaken
Ten show the camera’s reflection on my glasses
The other five look hideous:
My baby cheeks seem to be bulging;
My skin is flushed out;
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed
to be in this world created by God.
Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed,
Are exactly where he meant them to be.
She knew there are other things that I am thankful for.
But there is this one object that she has to thank more.
The secret to sucess is what makes me flawless
Confidence is key to a certain degree.
When you keep your chin up and get back in the stirrup.
Nobody can slow you down.
Flawlessness
Confidence within
Free from manipulation
Self empowered, justified pride
Autonomous
Flawlessness.
Confidence within.
Free from manipulation.
Self empowerment, justified pride.
Autonomous.
Flawlessness.
Confidence within.
Free from manipulation.
Self empowerment, justified pride.
Autonomous.
I use to feel so disgusted by those hurtful words
telling me that I wasn't pretty enough
slim enough
She is full of compassion
Poker-faced to hide her emotion
Magentic charm that draws them near
like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear
Some call her a chameleon
Camouflaged with every story
Its purpose is to make a flawless shape
Aren’t we as humans like a shape it makes?
With arms, legs, head and hair
To fit the dimensions that make us so fair.
Except this cookie cutter cannot will not,
BORING
ANNOYING
LOUD
AWKWARD
FAT
UGLY
and every bad thing inbetween
You are not important
You are not part of the league
Whether or not you are famous
Whether or not you are you
Waking up in the morning, did it ever feel so cruel?
Did you ever have to look at them and want to be glamourous?
I feel like me
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.
A Pane of Glass Is As Bland As A Blank Page.
Solidity, Wholeness, Smothness, Are False Perfections
Boring And Unattainable.
Pay no heed to the pretentious standards.
Low-class, high-class, nothing! In other words-
A worthless ladder of pity and pride.
How well are those on the pitiful side?
They certainly aren't with those in the stars.
What is it about me that speaks and spreads love?
That admiration I seek is a gift from above
that not only do I give, but I expect nothing in return
well...sometimes...
but that's another lesson learned.
I like to think I am unique,
that without filters I am that much more special than everyone else.
But I am not more special than everyone else,
because that is an oxymoron.
Everyone is special and unique,
From her curly hair,
to her short cocoa legs
she was flawless
Her brown eyes were soft and innocent
but yet, they were flawless
From the way she spoke with powerful words,
It’s tough when you’re forced to grow up in a world
Where Barbies are standards for each little girl
I’ve had too many friends feel they’re less than they are
Powerful and Strong,
She controlled the room.
She was Queen of her audience,
Maybe if I dye my hair or straighten my teeth,
I'll look just like the glamour girls you see on t.v.
Wonder if that'll catch his eyes.
But really I'm just fine being me.
No need to worry, I'm always happy.
My darling, you are so beautiful.
The word for your flawlesness has not yet been invented
your beauty spills lawlessly
forward
Energy, Great, Cute
Why do I need a filter?
Fun, Sarcastic, Sweet
Why do I need to be fake?
Nice, Helpful, Talented?
I don't need a filter to live.
when i hear the word flawless
i think about all the blemishes on my face
the many scars and marks that cover my body
the lion mane that covers my head
and the jagged row of teeth that i have
Blank canvases that inhale and exhale
with motives to live.
That's all we are
painted by Biology
a gamble in the darkness of who wins the lottery of appeal.
Sometimes we are created
Countless times, life gets me down,
Far from flawless, I keep my frown.
But times start to take a turn,
I am a Goddess
My confidence orbits the sun
Some may see my abundance of self-love as conceit
They would be undoubtedly wrong
I am simply in touch with my inner Deity
Flaw Laws
By Samuel Michael Bienemy
Your flaws aren't what make you
Your heart is what breaks you
Your mind is wha makes you
Your body is what frames you
Each day I spend looking into the eyes of othersAt this girl who writes meaningful poemsAt this girl who watches way too much tvAt this girl who makes sarcastic remarks about every little thing
imperfection is something only others see
and in the end I will be the most perfect me I can ever be
so why waste time and pick out my flaws
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
Unlike the rest I'm not flawless in my face
But flawless in my ways
My body shape may not be the Same
But that doesn't subtract from my beauty nor my good grades
F.l.a.w.l.e.s.s
Am I Perfect?
My body is small
hardly like a barbie doll.
My hair is thick and dark
It is bold as if making a loud remark
My eyes are almond shape
a brilliant brown i can't escape
Because when I woke up this morning, the first thing I did WASN'T to look in the mirror.
Because before I left this moning, the first thing I DIDN'T do was focus on what I am not.
The definition of flaw is defect or fault;
The definition itself is contradictory to Heaven and Earth.
Everyone is made specifically and perfectly as they are,
So any "flaws" are actually evidence of flawlessness.
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble
With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring,
Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock,
Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…
the mysteries of genetics
have conspired against me
blotting, bulging, blackening.
tearing at a person staring
shredding my hope of decency
my one wish to be clear
and free
Good Enough
Many thought rushing through my mind,
Visions of how it’s “supposed to be”.
Am I good enough?
I’m sick of all these images I see.
A line of coal across the lid
A swipe of black added to the lash
Loose curls cascading down
Don't look in the mirror they said
Conceited
I'm alright, everything is fine
I just be myself, no need to whine
No need for other's opinions
Only need the people that matter to me
And most importantly... myself!
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power.
A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower.
Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee?
I am fearless, and I will be a queen.
It's all the flaws that make us all unique.
Though I am not, and never will be,
the size of mannequins at the boutique.
Even with all of my "flaws", they would say,
my nose, my ears, my feet,
Wickedly Talented, Idina Menzel
She shows me what is truly like to be flawless
She makes mistakes
She laughs it off
She gets nervous
She has heartbreak
She is exhausted
She works hard
What is “Flawless”?
Like what does it mean?
You don’t know, well here is a definition
Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect
Now tell me are you flawless?
I am supposed to write about how I am flawless
How I have no faults and am perfect
But you see,
I am not flawless
I am not perfect
I am only me
I make mistakes daily
No false bravado, before your eyes-
What you see is what you get, no cloak no disguise.
Despise me if you must, for I follow no one-
I choose my own path, for I am my fathers’ son.
They said I be flawless
Said I be drop dead gorgeous and unapologetic for it
They said I be temple
Be home to the broken bones those odds tried to stack against me
My brilliance is immeasurable
Romans 5:18
"I loved you at your darkest"
I have loved you at your darkest, my child,
despite all you're hurt and pain.
I loved you while you were on your phone
searching for love and love again.
Quick take a picture
What can we see?
An everlasting flawess flitered picture of me
Hair done
Skin soft
Eyebrows on fleek
Eyes tipped
Black dip, winged tip on me
my chest risesjust as the sun doesand water coursesthrough Motherjust as blood does my veinsshe takes my breath awayand I cry in jealousyas she begs me, pleaseto love myself
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,
When you feel weak, think of this-
your skin literally absorbs sunlight
and turns into vitamin D
so that your bones stay strong.
Darling,
your body feeds on stars, it is the universe that keeps you alive,
My old friend,
long since living in Tanzania
was a friend of living.
"You are flawless" she crooned.
"Trust me, I know."
Years of bullying and I'm still head strong
Over the past few I'm still going on
Unsing my friends to help to support me
Scratch a glass, deform it
Screw perfection
Break a glass, and it is enlit
Bent into a new creation
Your glass is intact, glistening with care
You are vulnerable
Sometimes life doesn’t go the way you want it to. As we grow up, we have to choose. Life goes by fast. You go from playing in a sand box to waiting for a boy who doesn’t know if he should ask.
I was taught that I should chase after who I please
But what if who I please does not desire me?
Growing up in a town of a city, blonde hair with blue eyes was what was considered pretty
They say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
What will The Beholders think when they see me?
Perfection in sublime imperfection
Unique by design,
The Creator’s creation echoes Eternal
Soaring, reverberating, carving past present streams of stalagmites, the stale and the nocturnal
Ever since I was a little girl,
I was always told I was beautiful or cute.
From my wide blue eyes To the way my hair would curl.
As I grew older…
Words remembered, encouraged
Me to go forward.
Life is too short to stop me from living my life.
I may want what other seem irrational.
But all my life it's what I've used,
To keep me stable, sane, and stationary.
Stationary yet I'm always moving.
My older sister thinks that Madonna gave her a lobotomy,
When she’s at the tail end of her medication and needs more,
And even when she’s on them she talks off to the side,
I am ME.
I am not you.
I can not do you.
You can not do me.
I can do me.
I Sing like me,
Laugh like me,
Look like me.
Not You.
You touch.
No second guesses.
Pull.
Only common occurrences.
Pinch!
Not senseless.
Poke.
Nor offensive.
I guess I might ask questions too
if I were you.
Tall,
Thin,
Wealthy,
Eye-catching.
Nowadays, society values and
feels magnetized to those who
who are so materialistically aesthetic.
Superficiality is a concept that is
With curves large and wide that are slick as butter brown hair that glistens in the sun Hazels eyes that reflect the way I feel A bubbly personality for everyone there Short temper that gets the best of me A follower of God,jesus hims
I'm lazy. I'm 19 years old and I have been blessed with the ability to dance, sing, write, but I'm lazy. I noticed I only come alive when performing or at parties and it's starting to bother me.
Every time I look at her
she doesn't fail to impress me
with her flawless skin
her long dark hair
glowing smile
cute brown eyes
and a real womens body
FLAWLESS SCHOLARSHIP
Beauty is a battle people tend to face.
Some cost it; others just chase.
The beauty, the glam, the entire fame,
We know what they all want.
The movie makers and picture takers,
The volatile societal model,
Which we ourselves put up on a pedestal.
A false god constructed from plastic surgery,
And hair extensions.
A quality of mine that's worthy of some praise
Such a pride evoking poser, on which one could brag for hours.
The subject of this sonnet, such is the question I must raise
I’ve evolved
Not changed
disfigured
or maimed
My original template
Is the same
My self image
I must proclaim
Is flawless
The epitome of a goddess
I’m drowning in myself
I can’t catch a break
And can’t catch a breath
I’m drowning, the darkness spreading
Seeping into my heart
And seeping into the fabric of my soul
I’m drowning in myself
I can’t catch a break
And can’t catch a breath
I’m drowning, the darkness spreading
Seeping into my heart
And seeping into the fabric of my soul
Looking into the abyss
What do I see?
I see me
Wearing my ugg boots
And skinny jeans
“I am pretty”
I say
“I am smart”
I say
“I am me”
I say
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
I once heard an old wrinkly man
call his old wrinkly wife beautiful.
I cringed and squinted, turned my head and tried to understand
what part of her old wrinkly face was beautiful.
Beauty has made her choice.
She chose the Beast.
Beauty is intelligent.
She chose her books.
Beauty is kind.
She chose happiness.
Beauty is fearless.
I once told my mom
in front of the bathroom mirror
that there was not one part of my body
that I really liked
Not my small “Chinky” eyes,
that disappear when I smile
Not my dry, rough hands,
When she was a child
She was flawless
Despite her tangled hair
That her mommy
Called “The Nest”
She was flawless
I have sharp edges.
I jut out
and I cut if you get too close.
I am terrifying
and I am intense
and I am beautiful.
I am not worried about being flawless
because I like that my skin
Humans have flaws, so as a rule we're not flawless.
But those who accept it would appear to be lawless.
I am a man, with a name of the other.
I'm often mistaken for another Asian's brother.
I love that I think I’m intelligent. I love that I think I’m hilarious. I love that I think I’m nice. I love that I think I’m drop dead gorgeous.
three seconds
the adrenaline pumps, pumps, pumps
and your veins fill with something electric
something unnameable
something holy
two seconds
your breath is fast and shallow
It's so hard seeing from one good eye
Cause that's the only eye you can go by
Atleast the only one you trust to guide you right
Can only see half as good through them dark nights
No knows, why the sequoia stands so tall,
From below, it’s just another tree,
But through the storms it never fall,
Stretching skyward, and free.
It isn’t adorn with fragrant flowers,
I was 7 years old when i was told i was ugly
that i had four eyes and big bucked teeth,
that I was fat with a crooked smile
that not even mother could love me
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.
Art can be beautiful,
or it can be hideous.
Yet in all its imperfections
lies perfection.
It matters not the skill of the hand,
or the depth of the mind.
I woke up like this
5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone
Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those”
I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes
I was taught since birth,Trained like a circus animal,To focus only on my flaws,Ache over every splintered quality,And strive for perfection.
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
Queen Bey chants, “we flawless, ladies tell em,”
Be yourself
following trends
let the trends follow you
follow the leader
let the leader follow you
be yourself
because no one else can
He holds my hand
While we stare at art pieces
All through the museum in perfect silence
He tells me I belong on the wall
With the rest of the masterpieces;
I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
News styles flood our stores and closets every day, but what you wear won't hide your dismay.
You dye our hair, paint your face, and try to act like someone you are not,
When I look out and see the world today,
It shames me to know the lack of kindness.
That’s why I try to keep evil at bay:
Lack of integrity is a crisis.
I wish to see the world bloom with niceness;
We see them everywhere,
Masks that hide who a person really is inside.
Their mask may have perfect hair,
Or maybe it makes their stomach one less size.
And, maybe it feels like we're obligated to wear them,
As I move once again
to a new state.
I hold on
to all the memories
Willingfully
I go
with a heavy heart
but hopeful spirits.
Now I say to myself,
Flashback
A blast from my past
10 years old and growing fast
A sweet little girl
Innocent and pure
i woke up like this,
sun in my eyes
sqinting towards the day ahead.
beary eyed and a dry mouth with a side of drool
a disheveled mess
with a good morning sounding like a grunt.
Many times I see fear
For those around me it is clear
Boots, jeans, and cowboy hats don't belong here
Yet, I stand perfect my broken mirror
Strong eye makeup symbolizes my strength, but it does appear...
Hey, hey ya you!
Remember you are worth more than any star in the sky
From the pressures of life you become mroe like a diamond every day
You're more than an option, but an amazing opportunity
Dear Future Self,
You did it.
Living with no limits. Losing yourself in your passion. Rising up and growing into the best you could be. Your world was waiting for you.
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.
Old Town, New City
Bussing tables just to make seven fifty
Got no time, no sleep
When I muster emotion, I go deep
Feeling down until I hit the town
Rolling through , running around
I'm a leader.
But my value doesn't depend on how many followers I have.
Picturesque.
Pounds of makeup doesn't define beauty nor does 100+ likes on a photo.
Social Media.
I woke up to face me in the mirror butter ball naked
I saw all the flaws I once so desperately try to hid
From even the young lady in the mirror who did everything I did
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.
Freckles,
They crowd my face.
A new one always ready to join.
Sometimes.
I feel there is no more room on my face.
All my thoughts can amount to the dots on my face.
I am Invisible, Determined
I wonder when I will be heard
I hear a faint whisper
I see a hand held out
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
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
I am my own Obsession. I am a new work of art in the every day tick tock tick tock seconds of life.
When I wake up, I am my own Obsession. I'm determined and bright and willing to,
She’s like a book
Everyday it’s like a new chapter
She’s like a favorite book
the one you can’t get enough of
Outside the cover is pure
but inside all the pages are
Here I am.
Just as I am, right here right now.
This is all of me.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Life is monochrome,
or so they say.
A repetitive cycle of time,
repeating daily.
What has gone,
will come by again.
Where is the color in life?
Soul against soul,
Too many voices
too many claims
trying to fit in by being the same
I've got zits
I've got creams
I've got obstacles to my dreams
I get down
About my small size
I am flawless because I choose to accept that I have no flaws.
I have been created, broken, molded, and recreated to become the person I am today.
Frizzy hair is the norm for me
With a crooked smile and chubby cheeks
Glasses sit on the bridge of my nose
And who can stand a girl with goofy toes
It is always a tight squeeze to fit into my jeans
I am a ripple
on a calm still lake
i am a pimple
on a perfect face
i am imperfection
in a perfect world
i am the insecurity
in a beautiful girl.
but i am me
never anyone else
Above all else, I am average.
I was born female
I’m bad at math
My communication skills are beyond low
I have horrible asthma
My eyesight is worse than my great-grandmothers
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
From when I was conceived, it was constant unrest
Mix of emotions growing on me, depressed.
As I grew up times got tougher,
Moving around, and my parents getting older.
"Worthless."
"Selfish."
"Hopeless."
Walk down the hall,
A glance to the left,
A glance to the right,
The voices never stop.
The voices never cease.
I wish to swim far out and never see land again
Penetrate the greatest depths of the world
Find the mermaids who hide in my dreams
And become the girl I always wanted to be
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
I am dark
But I am still lovely
I am dark
But I am still beautiful
I am dark
But I am still lovable
I am dark
But I am still a woman
I am dark
But Iam still worthy respect
I woke up
I had to wake up
I had my whole life
Waiting ahead of me in strife.
I always dreamed of this moment
Could it be my time?
I could hear the chime
Of success calling my name
It used to be so easy
To let others get to me
'Not enough' they would say
And I would believe them
How many times did it take before I realized the power of their words?
My flawless trait started when I was eight
but there is no denying the fact that I am flying.
Over expectations because this is my nation.
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
Every day is a blank canvas
ripe for the splatter of colors
verbal vomit fills the pages
better out than in
The light shines on diamonds
as they fall on smiling faces
encompassed in cold
Growing up, I hate myself.
Every time I looked in the mirror, my eyes would pierce into my soul with a hate that I thought would kill me in and of itself.
Stand straight, shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward.
Think fast, speak little, assume none, shield all.
Be good, follow rules, don't question, respect honored.
Stay quaint, fall in line, don't be different- so banal.
Flawless.
The girl on the cover of the magazine,
The one who was created with photoshop,
The one who sees the magazine and doesn't see herself.
Flawless.
The all-state basketball star,
I used to pray. I used to pray that when I woke, my skin would be clear of imperfections. Clear of freckles, clear of bumpsI hated being different, noticed, ugly.
Flawless I am
Poem for a scholarship slam
double chin perfectly put together
I know I am better
Flawless I am
Body built like a dam
Strong & Structured
Damn
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the
Most real version of myself
Dark circles
Crazy Bed head
Drool on the side of my mouth
And freckles everywhere
I am bipolar and thats okay
I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway
I am bipolar not an outcast
The mistakes I've made are all in the past
I am bipolar, I've learned alot
I am bipolar and thats okay
I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway
I am bipolar not an outcast
The mistakes I've made are all in the past
I am bipolar, I've learned alot
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 always late, I cannot keep a date
My posture isn’t exactly straight.
The rooms a mess, and sleeping is the best.
Music better loud, and my dancing doesn’t make most proud.
Everyday I can look in the mirror and I can pick out an imperfection.
Everyday they say I'm not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not smart enough.
All my life they’ve taught me to be clean,
Wash my hands while singing the ABCs.
But what if I really like dirt?
Sorry but I swear it won’t hurt!
Nice shoes cramping my style,
I was smart, but was never good at math.
"The numbers don't lie," my teacher would say.
This theory of rationality left my consciousness
A duller black and white than the atmosphere of the room
Some people appear to be "flawed"
but you don't see what their life has been like;
You don't see their pain, or their strugge, or their loss
You were a bird
Free, fragile
He was a vulture
Cruel, devious
You were a storm
Somber, dark
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.
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
My legs, My legs,
O' they are much better than pegs.
Through lush green fields I dance and I prance,
O' how my greatest treasure lies under my pants!
My calves are smooth and supple,
Why am I flawless?
It is a simple answer that few people come to realize themselves
Everyone is flawless
Everyone is unique
Why?
Because we were born
Humans are not born to look alike not even twins
Many people suffer with who they have to be
It is a large group
And part of that group was me.
When I was younger, I was a bonfire.
I blinded all who came to hurt me,
and could comfort those who sought my warmth.
I lit my surroundings with my wild light,
and was never afraid
Everyday I wake up
I stare into the mirror
And touch all the beautiful
Pieces of my body
That I've been ashamed of
Flawless is a measure of bless
But to be bless you must be more
And if you are more than you cannot be less
Compounded perfection lined in every bodily pore
In a small town where not only our food is southern style, but our people are too there is no escape from the criticisms and chastisment of others.
I'm not just who you say I am,I worked hard to get where I am today.It took everything I had to just get out of bed to face difficulties.You laugh now but I am serious.
“They” say there are certain standards to conform to
That a lady needs to watch her mouth and hold her opinion.
“They” want to mold me into society’s ideal unflawed woman who bites her tongue and cooks in the kitchen.
You think I'm crazy?
I'm creative.
My thoughts flow like a movie that can turn into words on a paper or that fly out of my mouth.
They make from some facinatiing shows, I can tell you that.
Crazy?
Why do girls spend sixty minutes on their make-up when they can spend five
Make-up doesn't define who you are
Your words and your actions
Those define you because those words mean a million more
It was unexpected
‘cause I was just a kid.
Bike rides and doodles
of a man-eating squid.
Those pretty days were spent
on the lawn of my school,
laughing and gasping
The ability to have flaws is flawlessness.
Having fears of insects and the ocean,
And let’s not forget bad hair days.
Seeing past others flaws and insecurities for who they really are,
Nicole Winans—full of fun.
Loving nature, the outdoors, and the sun.
A studious student, always trying her best;
Often needing reminded to stop and rest.
A born leader, always encouraging others.
They tell us how to mold our bodies to be beautiful
I mold my body to be FLAWLESS
My body is my art
I shape it, color it, add details
I don’t listen to THEM
Who are THEY?
I am ME
If there is a reason
For us to grow
As people and spirits
From the ground below
Our flaws make us human
They smother our skin
But not in harm
But to help us win
Each mistake
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,
Age 13, my face was full of blemishes.
Age 14, I had to get glasses.
Age 15, I wanted perfect skin.
Age 16, I screamed, "Screw perfection!".
Mmm ...
Flawless ?
Bossed Up !
Flaws ?
I prefer my ways to who I am
I wake up everyday feeling like I am the only one of my kind
The only one who will do anything and everything
Bossed Up!
They say there was a bang
And Earth appeared
In a black blanket
Of billowing stars,
Shimmering gas.
Then we did,
Erect in a crooked world,
Painting love on the walls,
a) Your ugly!!
b) Thank You!!!!
a) Your too skinny?
b) Thank You!!
a) You will never amount to anything!!
b) Thank You!!!
I must've been blind when I was small,
They came around when I grew up tall
some were quiet and some were loud ,
some went and never came around
a few were lost and new ones came,
Who am I?
Am I the mistakes I made,
The wrong decisions I thought were once so cool?
Who am I?
Am I a follower of the "in crowd,"
The coward afraid to speak against the popular kids?
I look to my arm,
there lie my flaws
flaunting their discreet disgrace.
Though despite the scars
and a past so raw,
I know I am not my mistakes.
For beauty is within
I know I'm not useless, on sidelines I don't sit,
I put my time into everyting, for people, I won't quit.
I'm one of those unique ones
who sees beauty in all,
so when it comes to BITE me....
My bottom isn't the biggest, my thighs aren't the thickest
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
My cheeks aren't blemish free, everybody doesn't have to like me
But I'm perfect exactly how I am
We are not teens
Quit settling for less
We are to be treated like queens
Let's stop letting little boys be our stress
Hold our heads up wear our crowns
This is our year
Leave that clown
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,
To the girl peering in the mirror,
who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior,
because her hair isn’t straight,
People might not like me
for who I am,
But I can be FLAWLESS
without many friends.
I am....
A friend who worrys,
when others are gone.
A friend who cares,
Be flawless.
Be independent.
Be strong.
Be you.
Do things that make you stand out.
Not just from the crowd, but yourself.
Speak beautiful words.
Speak your mind.
"Why are you in this class?
Aren't you going to be an English major?"
"Damn, well if learning how and why I work
isn't poetry then I don't know what the hell is."
Wilhelm Wundt would rather me be
anywhere between 20 and 50 people dependent upon
the complexity of my harrowed mass or the strength of
thought we all may be different
with various talents and aspiration
but we are all perfectly made creations
artfully crafted inteligent beings
made in the faultless image of God
each one of wholely unflawed
I'm beautiful, smart, creative, and silly can't you see
but all you want to do is get in bed with me
I'm not that type of girl
you call me Bae, boo and all of that
but cant you see that I'm brighter than that
when you love someone
you love them in spite of their flaws,
or so they say.
i say you love people and
you love their flaws the same.
when you love someone they become flawless.
I'm flawless because I am a woman.
My hair curls into spirals and my skin is tinted tan,
I'm flawless because I am natural and do not get my courage nor confidence from a man.
Time after time people are labeled as things
Words of hurt, words that crash dreams
Because of how we look, not for what we be
But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
Jonny's something flawless.
Cause I'm not falling
I'm the opposite of August.
Nothings stopping profit
from residing in my pocket
Sike, I'm broke as pasta
before diving in its haunt of hot water
Music poundin’, phrases boundin’-
baby I’m flawless…
Strings screechin’, conductor preachin’-
Baby I’m Flawless…
I wake up with my hair all over the place
Raise up with not much grace
Then stumble to the bathroom at a very slow pace
Have pure confidence
Walk tall and strong
Speak up against negativity
Sing regardless; just most according to my feelings
Love past blemishes and
Give past pain I feel, no matter who gave it to me
I woke up with a smile on my face
I woke up ready to face the day
I woke up ready for the bulies
I woke up ready for the harsh words and the crule laughter.
I was ready for the torment
I am writing to let you know
you are not alone.
No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes.
For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know
your heart is not a fight club.
Many people hide their face in the bathroom mirror
They dab a little bit of this and a add a litle bit of that and they just created a mask
We try to prove ourselves and others that we are this beautiful flawless queen
Today when I look in the mirror,
I know that all I value is shown,
I will have no fear, nor flee as a deer,
I can not conceive how I must have grown,
To allow myself to perservere,
"Beauty is pain."
The phrase I was raised on.
My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother-
Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school,
Two people and one room, or so one person in one house. Three children in one forest, yet thousands of souls mixed in a habitat of guts and glory.
She took a small seed of confidence and watched it grow.
Taking pride in her pain made her stonger than those who have none.
She never let's down her guard, so the waters of her heat will never flow.
We have all been there:
The awkward stage.
We all can relate
To those uncomfortable times.
When all the girls had
Frizzy uneven hair
And boys had scrawny
Arms and glasses.
There's nothing more hopeless than man, ignorant to their own ignorance
Ardent in body, yet weak in mind
feeble in grounds, yet large in self-worth
whom with misguided morals, though brave in judgement
When I hear the word flawless,
I think of precious gems like diamonds.
The thing about a diamond is that
Its flawlessness isn't about brilliance or perfection;
Unpolished diamonds look like every other rock.
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
makeup
celebrities
perfect bodies
and then there’s me
so much pressure to look the part
they forget to look at our heart
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
Which is really you,
the person behind the curtain,
or the person your
best friend
boyfriend
parent
ecclesiastical leader
God
Imperfections are inevitable
I used to think I could change my body
but I've come to terms that I can't.
When God brought my creation to fruition
His hand was steadied by tradition,
Eperience,
Intuition and Love
As Millenia of ancestry
And inherent beauty were
Wrapped neatly into Seed, Me
They tell me my skin isn't perfect
and think I can control it,
like it's my choice to have acne,
and I can just make it go away.
It's my body, not yours.
They tell me I need to eat more,
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
The life of a young woman is boundless and untamed
There is no way of telling where she will go next or who she will become
The crazy twirl that destincts
Who she is
The girl I was years ago is gone
Constantly,facing Challenge after challenge.
I rise on top because,I'm still gonna manage.
Lost both of my Grandma's my aunt and I still won't quit.
The thought of me being less then my best just makes me sick.
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,
It's hard to believe that a girl like me is Flawless.
There are so many things that feel about myself,
That are just....not.
I don't physically flawless.
I can point out everything I hate easily,
Praying to my god
Testimony say im saved,
police got me under heat,
youngins screaming what you claim,
you know the street, its anger pumping through my viens,
They say I should be petite
That I shouldn't eat
Hell, I'm a big girl and I like me some meat!
Perhaps it's just me, but i have seemed to stumble, rumble, trip, and tumble in life.
Far too many times I have found myself at the bottom of the deep-end.
Who am I?
Am I the mistakes I"ve made,
Or the whipers behind my back?
Who am I?
Should I listen to society
And grieve the things I lack?
The body?
The money?
The fame?
Tell me where these flaws derive from? Itching from the grass under our feet; to the hands we so dearly want to hold. Is there a text book, a guide of some meticulous sorts. Iv never found a universal perfection. We spit that word out.
When you look into the mirror you are unable to see the beauty that you possess deep inside.
Your reflection in the mirror is the spitting image of Society spitting words that make you cry.
Too ugly.
Too fat.
I was that girl- the one that couldn't look at herself without throwing up
I was that girl- the one that no one would talk to
I was that girl- the one that had to take a blade to her skin to feel something
Compassion flows from my heart
--badump--
Beauty in its purest form
--badump--
It's almost like a type of art
--badump--
That people just adore
Bravery.
One simple word.
A simple word with so much meaning behind it.
Bravery.
Asking that girl I like to homecoming.
Bravery.
Ciara Rodriguez
Behind the mouth lies untainted words.
Some without meaning to you and to her.
Behind the eyes of a speckled perfection,
I am a strong believer in a good narrative- and a good ending.
With my big, hunky teeth and pizza face acne I think I was set up as an underdog-turned-hero.
Because high school was the stage, the script became way to predictable
imperfecty perfect
the way your eyes shine
it's in the touch of your hand
it's when you're on somebody's mind
practically perfect
it's in all the things you are
all your goals and ambitions
I wake up each day and hear
About a world that is full of hurt
And tears.
People are dying,
Children are crying;
“The world’s a mess,” they say.
“Human beings should just go away.”
carmel skin that'll make ya knees weak -thats flawless
thick hips, lips and thight -thats flawless
small waist with a cute -thats flawless
southern draw real strong -thats flawless
Every scar has a story
Each one making me who I am today
Scars that me stronger in a very different way
Each one having an impact on me
My scars might not be beautiful
But they are a part of who I am
Self- image turned to self hate.
Something was dead inside, and no one could relate.
They took that piece from you.
You were lost; there was a hole.
You hated yourself, you had no home.
Reserved to unknown
Wisdom beyond my years
Heir to the throne?
I have far too many fears.
Mind talking too fast
So my heart can’t catch up to it.
Throw on a mask to cover my tears
I'm short
I'm slightly over weight
My left hip sits lower than my right
and I have to do a jig just to pull my jeans up.
I have a crooked smile and a bit of a lazy eye
Bea
uti
full of fragments
Bea
uti
full of life, love, lust
Bea
uti
full of amusementapologiesaptitude
Bea
We were young and in love
We were a fiery passion
You were just playing a game
You just weren’t that into me
On this journey I learned to gain confidence,
First graduation then college,
I have gain more knowledge and went to college,
It's better to have brains than beauty,
I stand up tall,
Some have their beauty,
Others their voice
Some have athleticism,
Me? I have a choice
The choice to be happy, when faced with grief
The choice to smile when pushed to the ground
I am beautiful.My heart is gold.My sprirt is glowing.My attitude is bold.I am beautiful.My compassion is limitless.My intellegence is vast.My love is tenderness.
The dictionary's definition of flawless is without imperfections - perfect. That's a lot to live up to but that's the dictionary's definition. My definition of flawless is someone who tries so hard and never gives up.
We see people everyday who are flawless
who are they?
They are the people who walk with confidence in their hand.
They are the people who work their curves as a part of them, not as leeches.
Maturity can be seen in many opportunities. Staying classy with an attitude of nasty. Showing off my curves and edges, letting everyone know i have imperfections. Flashy ring and fancy cars may not be in my future. but atleast im not tortured.
Got out the bed, flawless
Fixed my hair, flawless
Got dressed, flawless
Ate breakfast, flawless
i am a God...
now read that again...
I am A God, but not the God...
I am made in his image and his likeleness...
I do not poses all of his powers and ido not control who stays and who goes...
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
Isn't it strange that they're dead?
Straight, wavy, and curly,
they're the hairs on our heads.
Short or long, the possibilities are endless,
the styles we use to express ourselves.
You are NOT an it.
You are NOT like her.
You are NOT me.
You are so much more.
I wonder why you never quit.
When the term "Hearty Chuckle" comes to mind
One might think of a large lumberjack eating a pork rind
I got three legs.
I lost one in a brawl
I realized as I stood up so shaky
I thought I might fall.
Happy, I yap.
You had just walked in.
And exactly the moment you saw me
Everyone is unique
Different talents, different abilities, different attributes
No one is the same
Different eyes, different hair, different skin
We all have one thing in common, though
My generation
Our days are no longer filled with faith and honesty;
But with people who seem faceless.
We can’t rely on the world and allow them to make up feel worthless;
Journey Toward Success
I've always wanted to succeed,
To show people what all I can be,
I am not perfect.
I am not a model human being.
I constantly make mistakes,
And that is an inescapable reality.
I am reminded of my failures daily.
Missed assignments.
Missed meals.
What are the guidelines for "good grades"?
What is the ideal weight?
What is the ideal height?
These will be answered in numbers
Numbers do not matter though
Fight, Fight, Fight away the pain.
Work till you cant hear the hate in your brain.
Saying that your nothing.
Saying that your crap.
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
Let me stand out. Let me stand out so I can be me. Because the me that I am, is flawless, and wouldn't change a thing. You may call me names I don't agree with, or labels that I don't accept. Let me stand out and be different.
I am my own person. My choices lead my life. My actions and characteristics define who I am, but my mistakes are learned from and not meant to be held against me.
I am my own person. My choices lead my life. My actions and characteristics define who I am, but my mistakes are learned from and not meant to be held against me.
What makes me flawless?
Well simply the fact that I choose to be
I’m not looking for approval from anybody but me
I’m an individual
I have my own thoughts and my own mind
So what if your thighs touch when your feet are aligned?
So what if your hair isn't the longest or the prettiest color?
I see how people are self-conscious
How people try to be confident
I see how society brings us down
How people say hurtful things
Why am I flawless? let me tell you,
I think of myself as a repair man
people are constantly ridiculing those who are different
They are to short, tall, fat, skinny in the eyes of the ridiculer
I am not flawless
Nobody but a fool says they are.
My nails are uneven
Because I bite them worrying
whether my work’s even
F iery and passionate
L ikeable
A ctive
W ishful
L ighthearted
E mpathetic
S pontaneous
S piritual
~flawless
My body was my battleground. My skin parted like the Red Sea, and a surge of life came flooding over me. Dusk looked like the bruises on my bones. The war between mind over matter was never ending and some days all I could do was rest.
Something to be heard
My voice is something to be heard.
It carries soul, passion, and courage.
It can be used for good, bad, and ugly.
Hair tied back loosely, face bare but glowing, sweat dripping down my back
I feel the most flawless running
running straight towards my problems
I feel empowering and strong
like a warror princess
The amount of times I have changed my major: six.
Dabbling in covalent bonds, criminal justice,
printmaking, international affairs, youth and nonprofit leadership,
the list goes on.
I am a goddess
of perceptual beauty
woven by my own intricacies;
a tapestry of feminine familiarity.
I am a goddess
of voluptuous curves
shaped by motherly hands;
There is only one “me”
Just one, not three
We may share names by simple fate
but our varied by history, life, and taste.
Everyone is an individual, they are them since birth
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
It burns like a thousand suns but it does not destroy me instead it fuels me
Like a lighthouse
It guides my path to a destination called destiny
I’m ginger
I’m not afraid to say it
My hair is what makes me, me
Everyday all day
I wake up
And I’m ginger
Nobody knows this one thing about me
Right here, I am a cancer survivor
No please do not run away and flee
I woke up in this body
Without any glamour whatsoever
Loving myself forever
Without idolized beauty
Sounding a little bit loopy
I woke up in this pattern
Without a round tootie
burned 4 Fingers by hitting
my Lamp instead of the snooze button
dropped my phone on my cat, earning a huge scratch on my Arm
When all is lost and hope has shed
When fear is stron and strength has fled
When love and joy decide to leave
Everyone is beautiful,
Perfect. Just the way they are.
Some might even saw, flawless,
I mean, all humans have flaws,
But are flaws really flaws when it makes them who they are?
My skin is dark
My hair is short
I'm beautifully unique
my African American me
I look across and see,
A person staring back staring back at me.
She may call herself ugly,
She may tell herself she is weak,
But I think she is rather unique,
And as strong as one can be.
Flawless, Perfecto, Parfait- A Word so simple, yet poignant, that every tongue on our green Earth has a word to describe its coveted implications....
Every man, woman and child, from every isle
I’m the girl who is sheltered
The one who has no fun
I’m the girl who was homeschooled
The one who hasn’t won?
High school had so much
Tell me I missed out
I should have stayed in school
I am flawless with my flaws, with my faults, with my past and future.
After all, these flaws make me myself.
And what are flaws other than ourselves, present as we are?
We're not perfect, we never said we are.
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.
Nobody is PerfectI think that's how the phrase goes.The beauty of a personOr the petals on a rose.What makes me flawless
I'm flawless because I'm flawed.
Perfection is always under scruntiny;
Pressure to maintain -
But I am free to eperiment -
To have a bad hair day.
I'm yes because I'm no.
A number on the on continuing time spectrum.
Defying who we are. Pant sizes, class rank, GPA
all these numbers saying where you are.
Numbers telling you how pretty you are
The painful words escape her lips
Piercing my fragile heart with every word she utters
I try to not show the pain but every now and then I slip
One day they might be a turbulent seaWisps of passionate blouse and foamy greensSwirling, raging, trying to capture meTumultuous waters only I’ve seen
Wat i know is the theory of me
What i believe in honor in which i see
the others in a new light
I woke up like this.
I opened my magic, crusty eyes this morning
And yawned my genius, stink-breath mouth.
I lifted my sleep-heavy body with the strength of lions, Herculean!
I woke up like this.
The boy:
Eats alone everyday
The girl:
Runs to the bathroom between every class
The outcast:
Doesn’t know why people hate him
They all have stories to tell
Do not ask me a question,Then at my less than quick reply,Mark a zero for participation.
“U-G-L-Y”
“He will forever stay forlorn, and will never make it to the peak”
I walk in the vacancy with my heart in my hands,
Holding it tight so it wouldn’t fall,
I... am flawless.
From the dark, brown dreads that represent the crown on my head,
to the white, stylish sneakers tightly laced on my feet,
I... am flawless.
I awaken in the morning to encourage my very being,
I woke up like this
I woke up like this
Flawless
what is flawless you say its me
through the acne and the sressing of school
throgh toght time and good time I am flawless
108,000 steps or 54 miles until they reached the unknown
The goal was always freedom but would it be on the other side?
Freedom to express your voice, to be heard , to be seen
And I have been here before.
And I have done this before.
And I can tell you,
This is right.
When I was a child I wanted to fly
I would squeeze my eyes closed and try:
it always went awry.
I am perfectly flawed
From my head to my toe
Im not perfect and no one is
But I know my worth
And I'm proud of who I am and of what I do
Did I wake up like this?
Did I work hard for this?
I did both.
Waking up,
the first task of the day.
Motivating myself
day in
day out.
Working hard,
When I sleep, I dream.
When I wake, I stumble.
In the summer, I work.
In the winter, I cuddle.
Listening to music, I am the lead singer.
Watching a movie, I'm running for my life.
When I was little
I was too friendly; always talking to strangers
And my parents were afraid that a dark man
Would take me away and I would never be seen from again
Only what they didn't know --
I gaze curiously upon those around me
As I wonder where their life journeys have taken them
I long to reach out
To inquire about their worries,
Loves, hopes, dreams
All the things that combine
The metamorphosis from a chasm of doubt to noting my pure beauty
Was the first thing that altered when I chose to unveil my eyes from false pretenses.
"I woke up like this,"My favorite singer said."I woke up like this,"The words ring in my head.What makes me flawless?What makes me perfect?I work hard, I play hard,but always remain studious.
When no one else sees it, when no one else hears it, when no one feels it; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE does.
Through thick and thin, thoughts lost, and emotions gone; THIS LITTLE BRAIN OF MINE is there to find them.
I am one of the Flawless,
The ensemble of ladies and gentlemen,
Who choose to be lighthearted and humble,
I know I'm flawless, I could assume. I aim to do others, impress. At best I'd fill them with "Fl
Short, wavy , black hair
Beauty marks here and there.
Small eyes,thin lips,
Little waist , wide hips,
Working hard at school to get good grades
Then home to do homework until my eyes fade
Going to work and staying til closing time
Clean up the dishes after dinner to make sure everything is fine
Flawless
a term of perfection.
A definition of popularity,
often overused.
But to define myself as
Flawless
I address my flaws.
I am
a million voices.
Inside her lilac blanket she weeps in fear of the future to come
Inside her mind the gears never stop, forever in thought of her imperfections
Inside her heart in beats so loudly, from the sickening caffeine addiction
What makes us flawless?
What makes us unique?
What makes us strong?
The answer is simple you see
Our flaws make us flawless
Just you wait and see
As you grow, you flaws make you complete
I’m late nights and messy hair.
Long walks to n o w h e r e
Sailing ships on empty seas.
Flawless is never quitting,
It's never giving up on what you need,
It's never settling for second best,
It's knowing that you're not like the rest.
Flawless is being able to do the impossible,
Looking back on my past now, three days before turning eighteen,I realize how sad I really was and how angry I had beenthat society was obsessed with all things material.
When I was a child, all I could do was dream.
I played with toys and watched TV.
I thought of magical lands, roaring seas.
I was carefree: this was a common theme.
This lasted far too long.
The word flawless is thrown around and I'm not one to be touched on easily. If you want to make my eyes wide and my jaw drop then call me improbable or delicate because those words are true.
Scars on my hands from the kitchen knife mishap,
cat-related incidents like claw marks or the time the cat food
Why am I flawless. This poem can end here because I can simply just say I'm flawless because I'm me. But, I don't want to leave you with any curiousity, so, here's why I'm flawles.
A man of wisdom and everlasting truth
If I was there, Sir, I would have yelled "Don't shoot!"
I am totally the shit,
and this was wrote to prove it.
I usually wear t-shirts and jeans,
and it shows I like to eat my proteins.
Told I look just like Channing Tatum
Beauty is misconstrued in the eyes of society,
The unrealistic standard gives women anxiety.
Resemblance of Barbie dolls and models are expected,
Otherwise women are condemned and disrespected.
I am not flawless.
I have flaws.
But I try to live my life lawless,
break down my walls.
When perfection is plastic, and beauty is pain,
And personality is viewed as a crutch,
The world is construed, and I am so proud
My dear I ask what is wrong with me?
Why is that they laugh?
I've stripped myself, I've made it clear, I've taken on their path
Still they mock, still they cluck
Like I am such a fool
I killed the glass and the girl gilded in gold.
I watched as the pieces rained in the cold.
Snow coats her lashes, blood on her lips,
sifting to ashes, around me to drift.
i am confident
i am beautiful
i am trutful
i am repected
i am kind
i am caring
i am ahletic
i am unique
i am flawless
not because of my apperance
Remember to be kind
You musn't hit boys
You can't wear pants
Only boys wear pants
Young lady, cross your legs
Always smile and be sweet
Girls are made of sugar
I am a flower. I am beautiful an strong but when I was a seed, I never thought I would've grown to be as tall or smell as sweet as the other flowers.
Four walls and a register ....That never fails to show me...it's inner most partsFlawlessTis truly a wondrous form of captivationMechanical contemplation...
You need relief from reality.
You take the pain as though a cue,
To start consuming everything possible,
Because the pain’s consuming you.
You need relief from the hurt.
I wouldn't change a thing about the world
Because if it wasn't for the curelness
I wouldn't have been the beautiful woman I am today
I wouldn't say I'm flawless to the eyes that lay on me
"Wear pretty clothes." they said.
So I did.
Some I felt fat in, some I felt uncomfortable.
"Try some eyeliner." they said.
So I did.
It looked awkward; I felt unnatural.
I am Flawed
People are Flawed
Thats nothing to be ashamed about
If you don't learn from your Flaws and try to make yourself better then you should be ashamed
Recognizing my Flaws makes me Flawless
I look at me and I see scars
I look at me and I see fright
I look at me and I see exhausten
Do I truely see
Or am I blind
Can I really see
I thought I was ugly
I thought I was trash
I am not perfect.
Mistakes are my best friend,
So I practice saying sorry.
Awkward was a word made just to describe me,
So I keep my head down.
I laugh at the wrong times,
From womb to tomb
to soon to assume the latter part
the past few years of my life could seem rather dark
factor in all the things that seem to be an after thought
it makes me feel like I can still rise after all
I remember when I used to hate myself. I remember I couldn't look in the mirror without seeing a monster. I used to cry myself to sleep, hide myself when with friends.
I am flawless because of my acne
I am flawless because of my awkward facial hair
I am flawless because of my crooked pinky
I am flawless pretty much everywhere
My flaws don't define me
As I walk through school I see the things that I wish that I could be,
There goes the girl with the free spirit,
There goes the preppy and popular,
There goes the valedictorian,
To be flawless is to shield away,
the people who think it's okay,
to make me feel THIS way.
To be flawless is to take my fears,
turn them into shears,
My face isn't good until I cover it with Maybelline
The way my hair grows isn't what's seen in the magazines
My nose is too big
But my eyes are too small
I'd be better off if I just changed it all
Every morning is a checklist
Making curls that appear effortless
Eyes that are bright, big, bold
Lashes stretched and curled—controlled
Alone and lost, the hearts of small innocent children.
Pain lay in thier tear-filled eyes.
What did they ever do to deserve this?
Cruel was the man who abused them,
Cold was his heart, and bullied was his mind.
She watches
you in the dressing room mirror,
suck in you stomach.
She sees you frown
as she sits on the ground,
I am a perfect imperfection.
Flawless I am.
I am my own simple selection.
Flawless out of nothing to somehing like bam .
I am unique in my own way.
Be who you are.
I possess an open mind,
One with which I greet each day.
A frown, scarcely found upon my face,
Posiive attitudes are here to stay.
Its my perfections that make me pefect,
She's a weed among many
the only difference
is her timing
while others are blooming
Flawless,that can’t be true.What’s good for me,may not be for you.
Let me tell you about flawless…Flawless is flawed.It is dented and scratched,bent and broken.
Society
By: Claudia Hauslauer
My young sister asked of me why all these models are so skinny. I had no choice but to reply this is what society wants us to be.
Beyonce is flawless because she has grown to stop trying to please everyone
I'm flawless because I like to learn.
I'm flawless because I like to sing, even if it doesnt sound like Queen B.
1-2 I sweep my shoes
3-4 I let someone else open my door
5-6 I take about 300 pics
7-8 I take those in 1 day
9-10 Cheeeeese! With 1 dimple and a grin
What makes me flawless are my own flaws and mistakes
There is no better way to learn than to fail
My biggest quality is my persistency
Wich I wouldn´t have if I hadn't failed before
Changing colors like the leaves
Absorbing light and scenes with ease
These eyes see with clarity
The deeds of others.
Reflecting in the mirror you see
Flecks of brown and speckles of green
I am one of the most flawed people I know
But this is a good thing, as I will now crow
To be flawless is to be flawed, perfection is ruin
And to be flawed is to be flawless, this is being human
I will never be you,
And you will never be me,
We may not always be right,
But we are perfect,
Not in the sense of the
right body, the right face, the right mind,
I see her staring at me
Both picking out each others flaws
wondering how it could be
Thinking about society laws on beauty
wishing I could withdraw.
I stare at her picking out every beauty mark;
Since that day my mother left to meet the king
Standing alone has been my thing
As I grow older I become more on my own
The strength in me has become well known
I'm on the smaller end of the scale
I'm told I could be a model
I don't want that
I don't want to be seen as "perfect"
I'm on the smaller end of the scale
I'm told how pretty I am
Just because I am a woman
does not mean I will not fight.
The inside of my thighs are curved
and speckled with little tiger marks.
They are mountains seen from above,
they are the nature within me.
I never love half-heartedly,
Helping those around me kindly.
The flames of niceness burn bright,
And for that I will not be contrite.
Caring strongly is not a weakness;
Although you can clearly see my physical beauty; well most you…..some of you might.
But real gentlemen say my best features and sensational beauty is out of sight!
Everywhere corner of this crowded room
is filled with images of photoshopped beauties.
Every rack is covered with girls
who drown in perfection.
Every man by their side
is sculped by angels.
I am flawless from my head to my toes.I can get the beat and groove like nobody knows.I can rock it, I can shake itMy bank account can't break it.
Puzzle pieces are different shapes,
They are each a unique individual.
Each one alone may look strange,
I weigh 100 pounds am i pretty now? I spent hundreds of dollars on beauty products, screw that! I read magazines and put cucumbers on my eyes to reduce swelling, can you believe that? I look in the mirror and don't entirly feel my best, we sho
In person I am a wallflower
Introverted, doing my best to go unnoticed
Keeping to myself and a book because that's where I find comfort
Saving the world, falling in love
One page at a time
I am strong
independent,
and willing.
I have so many good things about me that make me "flawless" but
but im not flawless.
No one person is flawless as a person
I am certainly not flawless as a person
But I am flawless as myself
I am the most myself my self can be
Do I have flaws that make me a not-so-flawless person?
Yes.
I'm like the girl from Frozen only I don't like the cold
My whole body feels like it is going to explode
I hide my shame with gloves and shaky reassurance
Because all I seem to have left is endurance
Antananarivo is the capital of Madagascar
open a map and you open me
a view I can’t help but dream
doesn’t even cover the amazing feeling
that thrills through my fingers as
I wake up, silence. The earth applauds. My very life-meaningful. It has a cause. I breathe, I feel. I am existing. Lights, cameras, who needs them? I make myself who I am. Fame and glory? Just words overused. Respect is the real reward.
Scared
That was the only word to describe it
Scared
Scared of living
Scared of not living
Scared of failure
Triumph that is the new word.
The Flawless Me!
I’m not very tall, nor am I athletic,I’m not the smartest or the most clever,Some may say I have no personality at all!
Known by the shadows I krept with them wherever I went. I clung to them, and to the darkness they gave me.
"You're so rough,
The way you speak,
The way you hold yourself."
I am not soft and sweet,
lipgloss and gossamer,
lace and vanilla.
No, I am not.
they say
loner - wierdo - freak.
i say
independent - creative - unique.
they say
her appearance offends.
i say
she doesn't hide and pretend.
they say
Pick yourself apart.
You won't
look at yourself as a whole.
You will
detect every flaw.
You refuse to
embrace every stunning compliment.
You desire to
I'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies
When a reflection meets my eyes
Rather be an elder at my final hour
Than a newly sprouted flower
Better to be tattered and worn
Than word left unsworn
Ten years of Anxiety's stuttering tongues,
fast shaking hands, and numbing of lungs,
did much more damage than I'd ever thought.
When I wake up, I'm flawless,
After I brush my teeth, I floss it
Floss my teeth and my swag
because being flawless always makes me happy not sad
I wear jeans and sweats with a shirt and hat
A woman so amazing, Perfect in every way, With such a beautiful smile, That can lighten up any man
I cannot fathom
How some people cannot see
Their worth.
Which is ironic because
Every time I look in the mirror
I feel worthless.
But oddly enough,
When I look at others
Embrace your individuality.
No one gets to define who you areL
Love what you love without worrying about judgement.
Take pride in what makes you different.
Afterall individualtiy divides you from the rest.
I am alive
I have survived
What the Earth
Has thrown at me
I exist
I can fight
Even with all
That ails me
I am gay
And that’s okay
I have blue hair
It’s not about the skin tight dress or sky high heels,
It’s not even about how that silly boy makes you feel.
When I wake up in the morning,
My hair’s a mess, acne all over, and that breath comes out with no warning.
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
Please, do not mistake my careful acquiesce for a lack of will.
As nice of a girl as I may be, I am not weak.
My backbone is strong enough to carry the weight of the solar system.
I am flawless by the way i walk and the way I talk. I like to be different. That is the way I was taught. I care not for the fashion trends. But what is within.
I'm flawless
Lawless
A rebel with a cause
I show promise
Prowess
My drive does not pause
And I'm lightning
Tightening
My grip around my dreams
It's enlightening
Play me like a piano
Let your fingers glide over my keys
Strike a chord
Resounding and clear
Make music that everyone can hear
Write a melody
And play of me a song
I am flawless because I know that I am not perfectI understand that perfection is unnecessary, unattainable, and unentertainingI am flawless because I am real
I am flawless, not because im perfect, but because I'm me. I walk with confidence and show just that. I am flawless. I smile because there's no reason not to. I am flawless. I persue greatness when everyone fails to. I am flawless.
I'm not like the other girls,
I don't cake on makeup,
I don't wear dresses and skirts,
I don't need to.
The crookedness in my teeth the nappiness of my hair,
Flawless.
The sloucheness in my walk,
I am not oh-so-beautiful
I am no princess in truth
I haven't a drop of royal blood
Nor silver save my filled tooth
Perhaps one may overlook me
Give me not a chance
Perfection. Beautiful. Flawless. Astounding. Ugly. Imperfect. Horrid. Worthless.
We grab these labels off of others we see and stick them to ourselves.
They build us up and rip us down.
lights switch on
time to get up
half-awake i see myself
quit my dreaming suit
and pull on the uniform
it is not only for school
not only for code
I am kind and very shy
Don't ask why
If you'll just stand by
To watch me suffer
From the things I offer
Without consideration
I know i shouldn't dwell
I just want acceptance and recognition
Sometimes I stay up all night and feel my stomach
Feel the stretched skin, the scarred skin
My beautiful skin
I stay up all night and count every beauty mark as if they were stars
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
I grew up in a world,
el mundo,
le monde,
of seven billion people.
Everyday this number grows and grows
and trust me it shows and shows.
From the depleted renewable resources,
This feeling that's inside of me,
So deep. So dark. So hllow.
Makes it hard for me to breathe,
To hear. To see. To swallow.
This need for something I can't have.
For joy. For hope. For love.
I brush my foundation on making sure I look flawless
I choose my shade of blush to place across my cheek
I meticulously fill in my eybrows
I concentrate on the winged tip at the end of my eyes
Beauty is in the detail
Not the retail
More than a pretty face
Why can't you tell?
The shallowness of your eyes sees my disguise
The outer me
So when our friendship is tested,
A fleeting glance,
One last chance
To make it right,
To forgive with all your might.
Inhale slowly, letting the light sink in.
Living with all of the guilt and sin.
Feeling the darkness,
Mom says I’m amazing
Dad praises my conviction
My boyfriend tells me I’m beautiful
My sister envies my empathy
Nana commends my kind heart
Grandpa applauds my success
My friends value my trust
Flawless is not a thing for humans.
Flawless is a thing for gods.
And that's okay.
I am human and I am real. I am not flawless. I am not a god.
But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't love me like you love your gods.
Nothing left to do but try.
Focusing, traveling through the thoughts in my mind, discarding some and grabbing at others.
Looking past the pages into the desk, into the floor, into the darkness of the earth.
Listen.
You are as beautiful as you say you are.
so do me a favor and look in the mirror.
and love yourself unconditionally.
I am beautiful, I am fine, I am kind.
I am naturally blonde, Pansexual, a straight A college student, and genderqueer.
I am beautiful, I am fine, I am kind.
If I don't let it ring out,
It'll be lost in the past now.
See, to revise the script and revive it,
That's a shot in the dark real quick.
Being the next in line is real slick
Given that I'm the best now
one is one even when it's two,
combining the mind to smile which is what counts.
Happiness is within action, and it is earned. If you think it is easy then you will burn.
Live and learn, with love and concern.
Not perfect. Not by any means.
Just walking with a purpose to fulfill my dreams.
I stride with these small steps. Pride in every breath.
Standing tall at 5foot2. I dare you to ask the question...
"who are you?"
I do not hate people
I love everyone.
I have unique tastes
Tastes that make myself one of a kind.
I don't care about how I look
But I care about how I act.
I act in such a way
I am the girl who won't strike up a conversation. The one who sits quietly in the classroom, wishing someone would be her friend.
I am the girl who walks alone. The one no one bothers to say hello to.
My flaws make me flawless.
My freckles, usually covered by makeup, are beautiful.
My natural hair, a genetic mutation, is beautiful.
My curves, or most would say extra weight, are beautiful.
I empathize greatly with the Lady of Chalot;
"The curse has come upon me."
But I will struggle,
brave little soul I am.
Just don't suppose you will enjoy it.
Uncertain, fearful, questionable one-
The unmistakable beauty of your heart shines through.
Listen to only the positve voices
And know that the others speak out of only jealously.
I am a flawless,
Ever changing,
Work of art.
I live my life differently
Than others.
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 wake up,
I look in the mirror
and I see this beautiful girl
staring back at me.
I look at my waist,
my belly,
my thighs,
twice the size of my friends
who brag about not eating at lunch
The desire for flawless beauty has taken over the world.
Almost all that the media shows, perfect tall beauties with nary a flaw.
Every morning I wake up to this face
The face of my father
The face of my mother
It's my face, not that of another
I have my father's eyes
I have my mothers cheeks
I have the manly chin
The makeup I wear
Hides the flaws on the outside.
I figure the less I look like me,
The less I have to hide.
So I add wings to my eyes,
Like a bird in midflight
And red to my lips,
I have learned to love these curves
As a rollercoaster to my body.
The more curves,
The more exciting,
Because no one likes a ride,
That only goes straight.
Glide your hands over the curves
It's not in the way that her hair shines
on a bright sunny day
It's not in the way her body curves
or even how much she weighs
And it's not in the way she dresses herself
Or even the the things she may say
I'll choose the frizzy, curly hair over permantely straightening it any day.
I don't wanna lose the beautiful hair I've been given.
The days when I wake up with bags under my eyes,
The only flaw is that you are flawless.
You are flawless with the bruises and cuts that mar your skin.
I am a body of water
Stretching far and wide
Beyond and away
From my shores, to some unknown
Place
And my body is the water
It rolls and ripples
And my mind is the water
Calm and glassy
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 used to wake up flawedand put my heart on a shelfthinking I had to make room"There's no room to love yourself."
I see your wisdom before I see your age
I see your personality before I see the color of your skin
I see your attitude before I see the religion you practice
I see your ability before I see your gender
the history in my eyes,
the tears left on my cheaks.
they are full of the stories,
I'd rather not repeat.
not because i'm ashamed,
or scared of what you might think.
but because God has given me,
Flawless,
A word most known by a simple song, made famous by a confident woman.
But what makes me, a normal teenage girl,
Flawless?
Is it my golden brown hair? No.
Is it my bright blue eyes? Not at all.
To understand me you must start from the tips of my size 12 feet
Stretch five feet and eight inches and the top of my head you’ll meet
My scrawny legs to larger thighs
The look too strange together to abide
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.
A Place of Admiration
There is a place that is admired by many
People go there for help, and they go there for fun
It is a place of loyalty and determination
Round perfect edges
That is what they all want
Smile when you should
Laugh on queue
Hair done just right
Not a stray in sight
Small waist
Round curves
All they desire
It's going to be hard you know.
I know.
You'll probably pay student loans until you're fifty.
I know.
These classes you want to take are rigourous.
I know.
Housing isn't free you know.
I know.
I forgive. I forgive you even when your the last person who deserves my forgiveness.
Because that's what I do. My heart is bigger than a boulder. The weight.
I have great hair.
Think, wildly curly, just-right highlights, down-to-there hair
Some people don't really get it, they ask
"why not straighten it?" "why not thin it out?"
They don't really get
What about the boy at school
Who alway sits alone
Becaus people think he's too weird
Yeah,
I was born this way
No doubt about that
I will forever be this way
And you can count on that
I appreciate my curves and all my edges
My pimples and blemishes too
I am black, but not a nigger
I refuse to be that
See I was born in love with skin
With every hue and all cracks
It was once something beautiful.
The body itself used to be treated as a temple.
The outside of it had a dark chocolate, polished wood glow.
The inside was dainty, an antique. It was priceless.
I hear the alarm
I look up and it's 5:00 in the morning, I snooze,
I need shower but what's the point, I am not trying to impress anyone,
I can go without perfume
No more flashy clothes, no more jewelry,
They say...
A little less fat, a little more exercise
A little less sweat, a little more deoderant.
A little less mess, a little more hairbrush.
A little less hair, a little more razor.
She looks into the honest, fogged mirror
And she sees a person she’s proud of
She sees the deep lines stretched upon her forehead
Symbolizing the wisdom of her old age
She sees the dark circles hugging her eyes
Flawless andPerfectThat is what we all aim to be,To be considered unblemished by society,but I know for a fact thatthat will never be me.
Flawless you say? Yes thats me.From the time I wake up till my eyes put me to sleep.My name is flawless with a little extra gain.Give me a second and let me expain.
I am a member of a judgemental society
who believes that beauty is the underlying cause
to happiness
but when a beautiful woman tries to further her happiness
with education
1When I first saw Sleeping Beauty and I longed for you to be like herFlat, still, blond… Almost deadI was five years old and I wanted you to be dead-like2
It can be pushy.
It tells me that I will never be good enough,
It tells me to suck in, stand up straight, smile.
It knows all your little flaws.
It makes fun of you for you imperfections.
I don't wear a size two
I don't have clear skin
I don't have the longest hair
It shouldn't matter,
but to society it does
I want to shut out the voices of society
“But still beautiful…”
Every day I wake up,Breathing life into my system.Inhaling the wonders a new day.
A day that’s going to break me down,Tear me aroundAnd show me just how flawed I am.
Hi,
I Slept Under A Bridge Last Night.
No, I'm not homeless,
I did it to see was my Family really Family
If Friends were really Homey's
It was bait on the rod that I threw out
It takes a lot of thought, to compete in this competitionpondering, pondering, pondering, if I should even submit my submissionbut I think I have what it takes, so please give it a good listen
I am Beauty,
I am Grace.
I am the Sunshine
In this wonderful, beautiful place.
There is jelly in my thighs,
And jiggle in my step.
My belly hangs low,
And my plate is always full.
I give my all.
I do not fall.
When times require me to make a call,
I am tough.
When you ask about why I am flawless,
It is because i am dauntless.
I do not fear trials. Fearless.
I do not believe in high heels
I cringe at dresses.
But I do love when my eyeliner flicks perfectly on both eyes.
Eyeshadow hurts my eyes and I am allergic to face makeups.
Woke up like this?
I didn’t wake up like this.
Got my nails done, hair done,
Just trying to get my job done.
I don’t need Gucci bags
and Michael Kors watches.
I don’t need Beats
Each day I wake
I flip on my phone
in search of reality
untattered by edits
unfiltered by filters
why the mask
who are we hidding
why cant we see
the person abiding
I will like meEven though for yearsBut for what felt more likeA millenniumI thought I was a mistake
When I fall, some might see a failed attempt,
But that’s not what I think.
I know how not to do it
And so I try again
And again and again
And again
Until I find the glitch, or get it right.
Numbers that hurt, numbers that judge
Like digits on scale, marks on tape
Sewn on a tag, printed on a sticker
Numbers we hide, that we dare not share.
But numbers with pride, numbers we earn
Yesterday
Mistakes and regrets
Left scars upon my skin and my heart
The past is unmistakably
“You walk funny.”
These words have plagued my school experience.
No one knows the reason behind this walk,
They don’t know that my muscles don’t work and I’m slower than the rest
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
As bare as a freshly constructed beat
A song in the beginning stages
No auto tune, no mastering
Listen to my song, this here is me
Couldn't walk until I was 3
When the 8 year old girl starts dressing herself
as she has seen models on magazines,
that's how you know what society has done wrong.
When she looks up to others for fashion "inspiration"
More than just a pretty little face
No desire to sit on front pages
Or strut across pageant stages
Her drive catwalks into the room first
Confident she stands tall, no heels on
When you see me
you think you know me
from what I present myself to be
or what I think you would like to see
of me of who I "want to be"
with hashtags and filters and make ups and cover
My jeans are not size 0
I have train tracks across my teeth
In front of audiences, my stomach becomes a loud dryer with sneakers in it
I cry dramatically with tears drowning my face and soaking my shirt
Beauty
A word that holds much meaning
yet is all based on perspective.
The view of this world
can be seen in magazines -
VS angels and the Kardashians.
They’re worshipped and adored
There she was,
Standing from a distance,
A light emitting from her soul,
She seems small,
But, indeed she is large,
Inspiring as she is,
A light she enjoys passing to others,
Sometimes I think about that long summer day with my golden skin and that natural hair I was too comfortable in and I thank myself for allowing me to be free even if it was just me and a mirror in an unconditioned room.
I am not the scared person
That I used to be.
I’m stronger than that.
I always was.
And the day I refused,
To bow down to fear,
Was the day I became myself.
It was screaming like a monkey,
I see pictures from middle school,
pimples, plump cheeks, people staring at my quiet demeanor.
I was not happy with myself.
I would look in the mirror and wonder why I was the way I was.
Then one day,
Fancy clothes, all the boys, all the shoes.
Yes Girl.
That sounds like the dream, everything you need materialistic things. You're so heartless it stings.
Yes Girl
the dawn of a day often brings light but the dawn of this day only brings insecurity
Brittle and Bones
but Dust upon you
Skinny feels Clones
and no one really knows
How Skinny really sounds
the crack and the rip of my Skinny girl moans
The E D is crowned,
This is me and my hair,
No, it doesn't have that white girl flow,
But why should you care,
It's healthy is all you need to know.
Yea, I know my head is nappy,
No, stratch that, it has kinks,
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
Who defines beauty?
And where did they get their degree?
Why is it that the "perfect body" evolves with each new, passing trend?
Is it a deeply rooted, primal need to fit in?
With a crooked nose
I have strong bones
With past woes
I wake up with no groans
I wasn’t pretty on the outside (or the inside to be honest)I hid from the people that were only there to helpI cried and shied away from all the great things in lifeI stood in the shadows ‘cause the sun was too bright
Everyone has their flaws
I have many of my own
Everyone has advantages
that make them who they are
My eyes show my fear
My smile shows i'm strong
My dreams show i'm hopeful
I can't see through the looking glassTrapped behind my own eyesI recycle pieces of trashTrash that I can't admit resemble my own lifeRecycled trash that is seen as garbageTo eyes not mine.
My patience is flawless.
I think firstMy logic secondMy reactions are methodicalAnger is quiet and checked inInside a mental hotel.
She woke up like that, she’s flawless
But I woke up disoriented, messy-haired, and a hot mess
I am flawless.
I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless.
My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless.
From being in my presence.
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,
Step aside.
Everyone look at me.
I'm not concieted.
I'm just flawless.
You should all have the honor to see.
Look out.
Here I come.
Nothing you can do.
Through out the years a lot of me was filtered out.
And it's sad to say,
that I have accepted that.
and that I grew up that way.
Plenty of me has been sanded off.
Eloquent prose is a filter of mine,
Making me look like the sun always shines
Behind me, slightly to the right,
with my hair always flowing perfectly
just right.
I am not who I seem.
Uphill struggles,
downhill slides.
Rivers flooded with tears I've cried.
Silent discussions,
countless fears.
Faced alone for years and years.
Helping hand,
from above.
32 pearly soldiers stand tall
32 white warriors guard the crimson life within.
Gnashing, crumbling, biting,
A flaw is a mistake
That we cant seem to erase
You call them accidents
Ugly, mistakes, quirks, fouls on the play
But to me they are stories told in a play
My play
I may not be perfect. I may not be something people imagine anything of.
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.
You ask me who I am, I am me.
I am short, but I have high expectations.
I am little, but I have high goals.
I am the only one to listen to those who need to be heard.
A struggle
Feeling fine and dandy for a while
Suddenly comparing oneself to others
And Slipping
I should not fret
It is my choice
I love myself
I run this, yes G-town.
No don't be scared cause you see this crown.
I'm bossed up with confiedence.
So intelligent, you look pass my radiance.
I'm so knowlegeable, it'll make you feel dumb
To be Flawless,
You must accept Yourself
For who you are
And how you look.
Everyone is imperfect,
Everyone is flawless.
We are all amazing in our own way.
Be yourself and you are flawless.
Who am I?
I am me.
I am strong, proud, happy, yet sad
I am flawed but I am perfect.
I have green eyes.
I have brown hair, naturally at least.
I am amazing.
I am sassy, sweet, crazy yet sane
The movie star with the quirky nose
The policeman with the gunshot wound
The millionaire with the weakness for chocolate
The teacher with the graying roots
The zoo keeper with the allergies
If the artist cannot find her pen,
What is she? Then?
A girl?
Or, simply a human without a purpose
or so the world tells her.
2015 will be the year
It will be the year I honor and respect my parents
It will be the year I love
It will be the year I am thankful
It will be the year I think before being quick to speak
My flaws make me flawless
My failures push me to suceed
The struggles I endure
The long nights I sat and watched my wrist bleed
All my flaws pushed me to proceed
On to something better
Life is a roller coaster
As life goes up and down
The one thats make it steady
Is someting i can control
School work
Life is a roller coaster
As life goes up and down
The one thats make it steady
Is someting i can control
School work
Beautiful and strong a queen can find this from within.
No matter your size tall, thick, or slim.
Beauty is what you make it, it cannot be defined.
You are your own self-motivator, and you are one of a kind.
The thing about flawless
It doesn't exist
everyone tries to hide their flaws
its impossible
many thought I was flawless
but they didn't know the real me
no one knows the mistakes I have made
Her eyes
Grass and leaves and earth
Lily pads and ice and sea
Her hair
Light and sand and gold
Sun and glimmer and fire
Her smile
Small and fragile and soft
Hello again, my old friend.
A hair out of place, a flaw to defend.
Why do we do this? Why do we try?
Oh, yes, that’s right.
In this world of give and take,
It’s do or die.
Follicles on my brown strands
Never connected to the power source
eyes and ears, see and hear
I couldn't revive what I once knew in here.
New in here?
No, I'm not new
Lip-stick, high heels, hot curling iron ready to go,
oh I wish that you would know,
She dreams of the Heavens and the Stars.
She wakes up with her mental scars.
She gets out of her empty bed
She feels an ache in her head,
She closes her eyes
Beyond this skin is a soul.
A soul that is more than generic terms like: pretty, cute, and sexy.
I have a soul that was made by the celestial gods.
They sang hymns and I came into being.
Sure I have some extra fat
that is not where my heart is at.
Flawless beyond compare
my love I'll spread everywhere.
Ridicule I've endured,
they think it's an illness that can be cured,
Doubts rip through my mind
Leaving nothing but the
Smoldering ruins of whom
I once was in its wake.
A shadow of who I was
Begins to emerge from
The ruins. Ash filled smoke
No, I did not just wake up like this,
I was created and I was born like this.
I'm perfectly imperfect.
Not caring what the others do,
Its up to me, all that I do,
Don't you worry
you are flawless
not a speck nor fleck
caressing your bony cheeks
the fissures of your parietal lobe
quite exquisite in form
the jawline structure
superb in every way
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'm flawless because I'm different, I don't follow.
I'm not that girl that wears what everyone else is,
Surely there have been stranger things,
Than to scale the stairs of high towers;
To miss the chance of being kings,
For a secluded tryst of few hours.
Undoubtedly there have been stranger things,
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings!
I lord over the great power which create myself:
of muscle, tendon, skin, bone
Flaws do not exist because I am strong.
Legs, arms, but mostly mind.
Acing tests or acing serves calls for vigor.
Winning requires stregth, too.
Sick and broken is what they thought
So far gone they thought I couldn’t be taught
But here we are twelve years later
Alexandra stands taller, smarter, and greater
This poem that I have written was inspired by the song Flawless by the band MercyMe
Misunderstood in a fragmented society...
Flawless held within the heart is significantly a part of myself.
Fear not the doubter, the dissenter,
Let your creativity flow!
Allow your muse to wonder,
With an unobstructed show.
Listen not to those who hinder,
Everything that makes you grow.
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
My eyes open the same way every day and they react to the light that filters through my curtains.
My hair has a natural curl and it's shiny with vitamins and whatever else is in conditioner.
The light that shines
From the inside out
It's beautiful-I have no doubt
I see your light
It's not like mine
It's brighter, stronger
All the time
Can you see my dulling glow?
I am flawless.
My hands show wear and tear from the work I have done.
I reach them out to everyone I know, I go everywhere they need me to go.
I am respectful, as I do what they say.
Don't hide beneath the make-up, embrace the beauty that is natural. The bumps arising that I pop, creating all these dark spots.
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.
Im thoughtful tonight again. Idk if it is the seclusion or the wine. I just cant help but ask myself do I really want this. Do I really want anything. Maybe I want everything. But I am a machine. A product of my environment and experiences.
I am a beautiful black girl.
I was born with beautiful kinky hair.
I walk on beautiful thick thighs and I see through beautiful brown eyes.
I am wishy-washy.
Not the wish-wash of a washing machine,
but the wish-wash of water.
Fluidity is a beautiful thing.
It is unreliable though, that fluidity,
Too fluid.
Oh how others might see me
with judgmentalness or mockery towards me,
but in my Lord and my God, Jesus Christ
who is with me always, I can overcome
With his glory, righteousness, and flawlessness,
Two months ago,
as I stared at my skin in the mirror, I asked myself why.
They told me it would be hard,
they told me the side effects might be harsh,
but they never told me
my disease would make me die.
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
Accepting. Powerful. Integrity.
Looking in the mirror these are the words I see in me
I See a Queen
The warmth of her soul equally coheres to the fire in her eyes
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
Taught how to grow and always do right
Taught about the world and what we sought
Kept close to home and kept safe
Shown the wonder of each passing day
Waiting for my chance to be my own,
a fierce dedication to the constant dream to obtain the little things by any means seperates me from everyone else in a way I try quite hard to uphold because average is a simple constant anyone could find themselves in but to push past mental bo
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.
Complacency
will be the death of me,
Admonished by
life's many things.
As I regain my fallen feet
this fallen world has
timed my beat-
The bleeding of my heart.
I don’t bow down
I stand up straight and proud
Some say it’s an ego
Some call me a diva
Ring the alarm because I don’t care if what I will please ya
I’m a girl on a mission
Girl with a mind
Perfect and Normal, hand and hand,
Neither exists at all.
Try to gain one, try to gain both,
Try and you will fall.
How could there be a normal?
No one is the same!
How could someone be perfect?
Break out of the shackles of society,
Go where no one has gone before,
Go strong and be sure,
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.
Middle school, 7th grade.
When you think you have everything in the bag, something changes.
It gets taken away, out of know where.
I woke up today
To the sun rising high above
When I think about the natural aspects
of a flower or a dove
It makes me think of why they are the way they are
The concept of being is hard to grasp
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.
Flawless but not perfect, thinking my skin isn't worth it,
I have flaws like every other human being,
like i'm not even from this planet, to them i'm a creation never before seen,
But the pain gets deeper day by day,
Ready
Aim
Shoot
Take a glance
The shot came out clean
Open it up
Fast editing
No undo
Years of practice
All for this moment
The perfect shot
Scrutiny. That's the world I would use to embody a mirror.
Not vanity, or beauty, or even reflection. But scrutiny.
"Just because I don’t wear the most lavish clothes does make me imperfect.
Even though I don’t talk like you doesn’t mean I’m not worth it.
"True believers are a dime a dozen," the old crow used to say.
"What's there to believe?" the young colt always asks.
"God is the answer," the immovable turtle proclaims.
What makes me flawless is the color of my skin
They try to determine it by the texture of my hair
And simply not by the person with in
I am perfectly flawed into a flawless perfection
In the fourteenth hour of this day,
The dawn is still in hiding,
Scared off by the soft white skies that spill in from my window,
Painting my walls with a hush.
My heart sleeps,
And I nod the same tune.
My kind have been here longer than most.
We are warriors,
Nobility by deed.
Worshipped for our beauty and strength,
You.
Yeah you.
Listen up closely.
If you can dream.
You can achieve.
The only thing stopping you, is you.
So lace up your shoes, look in the mirror, and go get it.
This is me. I'm weird, random, and Flawless!!! Though things weren't always like this my past is in the past and all that lies ahead is my future. A path less traveled on but its my path out of the dark.
Being Flawless makes you feel beautiful,
your hair done make up done everything done
the gloss on your lips, the black on your eyes,
the colthes that i a wearing,
i am flawless.
I wonder what they're all after.
My closest goal to reach is hapiness or laughter.
If you don't enjoy it, why do you do it?
To pay for things that you do, and then when it breaks, you pay to glue it.
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.
Rape.
It led to my silence.
For a year I let what happened control me, let HIM control me.
Fear.
I was scared.
Flawless, how you wake up.
Or Flawless, putting on your makeup.
flawless, getting clothes for ten dollars or twenty.
Still flawless getting Prada purses by the many.
Flawless, depicted as how you are seen.
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
You say my eyes reveal my soul
To expose what lies within
…but what shines through
The careful mask I wear just for you?
the whimsicle wind departing the tears that run dry to the sun performing this beautiful pluiophile
precisely the petrichor of the rocky road mountain
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
I am stitched together
A patchwork of
Stunning freckles
Flowing cowlicks
Delicate chewed-up nails
Soft, smooth birthmarks
Beautiful scars
Perfect imperfections
Some White, Cream, Tan, Buff.
Pink, Red, Brown, Black.
Chalky complexions,
solid skins.
Some room in between
for no invasion of space.
Stacking and stacking—
too much to even count.
I am not a woman with a six inch thigh gap
I am not seen as perfectly curvy and simultaneously perfectly lean
My boobs don't outweigh my body
My hair is not silky smooth
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I kept running,
Until I had to stop
I curled up into a ball
My arms hugging my knees tightly
Before I knew it, it was raining buckets
And my face was wet from sobbing
As the sun rises the stars fade away
When the beams of light slowly flow throw the curtains
Reflecting it’s glamor onto my skin
Making it shine brighter than never before
Awakening with a smile
Things are never just Black & White.
For me, things were more Black & Blue
It wasn't a pretty sight.
I've lived long enough to know how it goes
That lovable feeling, keeping me on my toes
I've lived long enough to tell you how it ends
The infamous "we can still be friends"
But what I can't tell you is why
"Flawless, flawless, flawless." I keep on saying it, reminding myself. Hey, "fake it till' you make it."
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
Says the Sage to the Boy:"You're mortal, you'll die.Do not aim to live forever,but rather learn how to pryyourself free from thestone settings of the ringsof your fellow men.
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
If I am free to be skinny,
Free to be tan,
Free to date
As long as it's a man.
Why can't I be free to be fat?
Free to be pale?
Free to date the person
That treats me well?
As people come and go
I sit here alone
Not knowing what i am
What am i
I hear tales of knowledge
that people know already
what they are
who they are
way they are
Perfectly Flawed : That's how I believe I was created.
You see I wasn't designed to be a "perfect 10" as my generation calls it,
CLICK!
Crack.
The pain spreads like a slow-burning fire,
As I walk down the cobblestone street.
I got here! I got here! I made it after three.
Three surgeries, I really made it abroad;
The world says that beauty is the only thing that can be seen
You need to have the makeup and "the look" to be crowned as a true beauty queen
Well I am going to say this, and I won't regret it, I know exactly who I am
I am filled with mistakes,
Because I am human,
And that's what make us alive.
But mistakes can be more than mistakes,
And our minds can be the greatest weapon
To attack our own self.
No one is perfect in all that they do,
But I have my own strengths,
And you have yours too.
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.
Who are you to tell me
Who I can and cannot be
What to wear, what to share
Is only up to me.
I'm not one to boast, in fact I'm not all that great
I've got flaws just like all people do
I remember the dread that surged through my soul.
The sight of the school building transformed into a prison
But I knew if I tried to escape I’d trip over my own fears.
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
The most peaceful moment of my life happened
as I was laying on the ground of my doctor's office unconscious from malnutrition,
and I didn't realize that I'd passed out
What would I call myself?
Judgemental?
Selfish?
Cruel?
I don't like to believe that, but unfortunately, I can be, and I have been.
Kind.
Loving.
Caring.
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
Dealing
Small, fractured bones
Dealing
Life-changing codes
Dealing
Broken homes
Dealing
Depression grows
Overcoming
Healing wounds
Overcoming
Death assumed
The ideal image of woman.......
does it exist really?
The world is constantly changing so therefore that image is changing with it.
Freak
Loser
Awkward
Words will never break me
Loving my Amazon structure
Easier said than done
Seen in magazines
Seen on runways
My hair is frizzy, messy, and unkempt;
My face is rounder than I would like it
But all of those things aside and exempt
I am me, and that's what makes me perfect
I am not "fabulous" I'm FABUMORE
I break open at the warmth of day,
called out to play by a roaring sun.
I find myself shining and shedding my skin,
revealing a perfect being beneath.
Being inside the mind of
A teen
That thinks himself
Far behind flawless
Is like being stuck in a cell
With a few exits
But not wanting to leave...
Until recently.
My flaws are listed
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
Kind heart wrapped in wire
Guarding the what she holds most dear
Rushed hands bleed from the futile wrenching
The blood painting her heart red
Careful because she hid the gloves in her mind
I didn't wake up like this,
It took some work,
From tired cashier,
to sad weary clerk,
I come from many places,
High far and low,
I've seen many faces,
and continue to grow,
I am that of a river
I flow soft and I run free,
Swayed by the tide of my destiny.
The sun shines bright
Almost running me dry
But it is then that my beauty shines.
What do I see when I look in the mirror?
Nothing but the image of a woman shall appear.
I see strength, and I see strife.
I see a being full of life.
When I stare at my reflection it's clear how I feel.
What is perfect? Where is perfect? We are humans, we make mistakes, but it's up to us to become flawless.
I share my story
And I dream
I am not what anyone expects of me
I am beautiful
And strong
I will always stand tall
You can say what you want,
What you think
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.
It wasn't cheap but it was priceless
With a regaining form and a Star of David
Because she became unashamed
And she changed all the thoughts any man ever gave her.
Confidence is key but no one ever taught me how to achieve it.
I learned it on my own by realizing other opinions won't make me any different.
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.
Where’s the humility in writing about
The perfection of a person without a little doubt
That anyone is spotless or ideal honestly,
Maybe one or two, and of course there’s me.
But Humility aside, I am pretty neat,
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...
Silent hunter I am.
I can bring smiles to Uncle Sam.
Lurk in the sky like a hawk.
With a face like Guy Fawk.
When the morrow comes,
get really to heard the marching drums.
I am really for war.
There are just so many different Me's in this cruel cold world,
But one thing is for sure in that Kaleidoscopes of Me is that person is Flawless in her own way.
Beauty is only skin deep I once was told
A beautiful face could carry a heart of cold
But what about the others who shine like gold ?
Not defined as beautiful in the next teen magazine.
I woke up flawless, as I do, each and every day
face mask on, tea in hand, in bed with my hair astray
Sitting behind you is a girl who creates
Not that you would notice her of course
After all she is always silent
Just sitting there carefully jotting down notes
Because I respect myself
because I believe I'm beautiful
because I pour my heart into my work
because I give my all
because I don't give up
I am flawless
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
I`m logical
Very knowledgeable,
Can name all the states
In alphabetical sequence.
Albert Einstein can learn from me,
Charles Darwin can licks my boot for thinking I’m an ape
I awake in bed,
The light shines in,
I raise my head,
I rub my chin,
I look in the mirror,
I gasp at the sight I see,
It is even clearer,
How amazing it is to be me.
We are who we are,
Flawless.
A very powerful word.
A word that can be a heavy weight to a self-conscience mind.
A word usually associated with people other than oneself.
Pretty hair, perfect smile
Shining eyes, thin waist
Eyes on you all the time
Let the boys chase
Unrealistic expectations
A voice, a kind spirit
A dreaming heart, a fearless soul
Please do not use my good looks
As an excuse for your blatant impertinence
Of course I look “pretty damn fine”
But I did not get dressed with you in mind
Your threatening footsteps,
Lingering eyes,
Fat.
Stupid.
Ugly.
Fake.
These are the things girls call each other.
We dig and pry at others with our words.
We tare each other down, as if it will build us up.
I am not perfect but flawless, yes.
I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress.
I am a woman with muscle on her bones.
I am the queen of many thrones.
I smile and yet I hide my pain.
Filters are my opposite, I don't filter the true me.
No sound of a filter ever acompanies my voice, lound and pronounced.
My photos show of fresh powder being kicked up by my skis, banking closely on the slopes near every tree.
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
Different Magazines Calling my name
Telling me a claim to fame
Telling me what I want to hear
Telling me to have no fear
Looking into a paper mirror
I feel perfection is almost near
You let the mirror control you every time you gaze at its reflection,
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?
I am me,
No one else is me.
I am unique,
I am special,
I am perfect as I am
I read, I dance, and I sing off key
I have cats and a dog and family,
All special to me.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
Don't be scared to look at your reflection.
Everyone is different, you're the perfect complexion.
Even when your hair is a mess.
Flaws do I have any?
I have many.
Honestly, I am mentioning none already.
What does it take to be flawless?
Trying not to look so aweless.
Do we have to break it in like what we do with our heels?
I am me
The old T-shirts and faded blue jeans
Pajama pants and slippers
or Moccasins and a sloppy pony tail
Who am I?
I am different.
I will never follow anyone else. I am my own person with my own mind and my own beating heart.
I am beautiful.
Fields of Green
Mine, in my mind
I tend to them
Labor of love and ambition
No one sees my work
No one cares
All but me just seem to forever gaze on; simply stare
Worried about tomorrow
Do you see this skin just sitting around my bones?
I know you may not like it, but i have to call it home.
It's all pale and freckled, except for these little red spots.
Without a single doubt in my mind,
I know I am flawless.
My art is flawless, my song is flawless, my beauty is
Flawless.
Perfection is boring,
Faults are unique and give definition to my name,
I'm the other type of Asian that everybody goes what the heck at
"Why you not studying 24/7 with your textbook in your left hand?"
"Why you got a mic instead of a pencil in your right hand?"
There may be bags under my eyes,
but that's to be expected
when you work nights.
And my hair is never styled,
who has the time?
I tie it into a knot and dive
into homework to be done,
and work
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...
My hairs a mess
I don't even distress of how I dress
my leggings are all worn
people are going to know it's all torn
I see those girls staring at me
Always judging, but I just hope and plea
That they're not talking about my broken self-esteem
For they don't know what I've seen
I'm just so hurt inside
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
"I woke up like this"
But flawless isn't the word I would use
Flaws and all
Makeup we abuse
We choose to hide and mask the real us
Behind the fake us
With the fake us on the forefront
Turn off the cameras
Turn out those lights
There is no use hiding me tonight
I don't need the makeup or fine,fixed hair
I can love me when no one cares
No, pefection doesn't exist
I put on my dress, do my hair, my makeup, boom i'm flawless.
I'm thanked for an act of kindness, I feel flawless.
I scored the winning goal in my soccer game, wow they think i'm flawless.
My failures do not define me
My weaknesses do not define me
Only I define me
My triumps do not define me
My strengths do not define me
Only I define me
My vurnabilities do not define me
I am flawless
I am a great leader. Even if I make the wrong decision for the group some times more often than not I make the right one.
I am an amazing friend. I will always be at your side, though thick and thin.
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"
That's what my momma used to say
But little does she know
Everyone sees the same way
Individuality is talked of with passion
But when someone tries it on
With all the years that have gone
and all the friends that I've lost
I've lived and learned
to stand strong and move on.
Wtih all the tears that have shed
and the backs double crossed
It’s all done and said. That smile you once had was only a fake. I can't believe you fooled me once again. The trust we had made was only the beginning.
I am not Flawless
I have scars and bad teeth
I need glasses to see and I have stretch marks from growing
It's true, I wasn't always this way.
I came into it all on my own.
I didnt need your help
and I didn't need your approval.
Sometimes I wonder what
What makes me flawless?
The fact that I am everything EXCEPT flawless;
but have the confidence as if I am...
What makes me flawless is the LOVE I have for my flaws.
My flaws make me who I am... They define me
I am
Inadequate
Unworthy
Ugly
A sinner.
The world
Corrupted with
Anti-aging potions
And never-ending notions,
That life is about
Money
You know what I hate? Cliches. You know what I hate more than Cliches? The fact that they are ALL true. Since we were young the idea that “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder” has been embedded into our tiny peanut heads.
I look up and I see the lights.
Although I know its there i can't hear the shouts.
At the moment i can't remember anything,
But then that first note hits and my body begins to flow.
I don't have a flawless walk.
I don't have a flawless personality.
I don't have flawless beauty.
I'm not a flawless worker.
I try to keep my love flawless,
Especially my love for animals and God,
What do you see?
I see the truth about myself.
I am weird and mabye odd, but I am ME.
I may cry, but ill hold my head high.
I may get scared, but I will be strong for others, and myself.
Feelings in this world
Letting go of the tragedies
A lot of people experience
We all get swirled
Lest we make our strategies
I woke up this morning
Put my weaknesses aside
I'm going to show you who's boss
It's about time.
You can't stop me, I'm invincible
My power runs through
Each day I get stroger
You push me down into dirt,You stay proud of what you blurt,Of all these words screamed out at me:
i am flawed
i have
F ears of the color red of animals of my life being monitored of spiders of bees of ants of germs of failure of loss of death of gaining weight of being a burden of of of
This bag of bones never fits right
This skin they're in too big, too tight
And the slick acid of anxiety barks and bites
And the shape of my face never quite nice
But I love myself anyway
Long brown hair.
Big brown eyes.
Gap-toothed mouth.
Breasts big size.
Long nailed fingers.
Cold back heart.
Fat filled stomach.
Such unique art.
I am different.
It's simple- there's no one like me.
It's not meant to sound self-centered.
But, seriously, I am me.
Every morning and every night,
when I wake up and when I go to bed-
I am me.
Like the earth designed
I am intricate, complex, vast.
Like a mountain of ice
I am unbreakable, bold, fearless.
Like a soft breeze
I am warm, gentle, loving.
I am not a flower
with rays and insects to make
pink, velvety, elegant petals
to bloom and swoon on someone's gate
I am no sweet
who must be watched and created
needing everything in nature
I am as unique as a snowflake,
And my flaws are what make me one of a kind.
If I stay true to myself I will not break,
When I was just a kid they told me that I was flawless.
No baggage, No past, No bad decisions.
They said I was the cutest little boy and would never fuss.
No crying, No acting-out, No rude behavior.
I'm always the
First to come and last to leave because I am a
Leader in a world of followers who live life on social media I'm
It spreads like a disease, but its lovely
so warm, accepting, and comfy
It fills a room like cookies in the oven
It can even influence as many as a dozen
So powerful it creates smiles and relationships
Here's one for the lookers.
Online, in plain sight.
Favorites and retweets,
So far you feel alright.
Catching up, laughing up,
That meme too funny, am I right?
Then you scroll, and then you see.
Flawless: a word that, more or less, means "perfect"Can one be perfect?Humans cannot, and that is for certain to be true.
Picture a young boy born from tragedy
Poorly treated by many loved by few
This took a toll on his self-esteem and
Lead to a psychological crisis
Once he bounced back he yearned to help others
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
I wake up, #FLAWLESS.
No make-up. Bra-less.
Should I wear jeans, or joggers?
Every morning I go through all this...
20 minutes til I catch the bus,
Eyebrows on FLEEK, hair looking plush,
I'm a leader not a follower.
This means I can guide people in the right direction when their lost.
I'm a leader not a follower.
This mean I tread the path people want to walk.
I'm a leader not a follower.
Pretty face, long hair.
Skinny waist, the clothes I wear.
Everything must be Perfect.
Flawless.
The way I walk, the way I drink.
The way I talk, the way I think.
I am a Finisher. Once I set my mind to finish something I will. Sure this is not a skill most people are born with. In fact i was not born with it either, but my mom tought it to me.
Time after time I am told not to wake up from the pill induced coma that they put me in,
Supposedly brainwashed and made to think this round peg could never fit in to a square opening.
But I woke up like this.
At first I felt lost
As I sat and continuously watched
My mentally ill sister struggle with what is real
and what is not
Sure she was seen by multiple professionals
But even they couldn't find
I may not be the perfect girl,
but let me give "flawless" a whirl.
I'm tall and awkward,
I'm too loud to be heard.
I know not everyone likes it,
but I rarely care a bit.
I'm #flawless because well,
I am perfect.
I have two pimples,
A permanent bad hair day,
Halfway decent grades.
I am horribly short-tempered,
Quick to take offense,
There was once a little girl who pranced around with 30 page chapter book glued to her tiny pawsdreaming of the brawn knights and dainty princesses that resided between the pages
He let it touch his lips
When he breathed it in again.
I stood there watching.
Every puff and every time he let it in,
I watched.
He let it touch my lips
An artist at heart can be the windAlthough people cannot see the strands of a breezeThe soft blows can still be felt against one's skin
If flawless means making mistakes,
then yes I am flawless.
If flawless means crying when you are sad,
then yes I am flawless.
If flawless means sometimes choosing wrong,
then yes I am flawless
My hair won’t fall right.
My socks don’t match.
This jacket’s too tight.
These jeans need a patch.
My bag isn’t Michael Kors.
My shirt’s not Ralph Lauren.
I can’t afford designer stores.
Today I saw her smile break (over again -
Hope cracked open and spilling out her eyes to drain away
Like the colour in her face)
And it hurt just as much as it did the first time
As I walk through this house
This house of mirrors
Some reflections are vague
And some, are clearer
As I pass them by
one by one
The reflections vary
The images are fun
My most redeeming attribute is that i do not distribute the pieces of myself esteem to anyone who
I deem unworthy. By this I mean that I dont "bend over" just because a cool guy or girl came over and
Her story started like everyone else
She had two parents, two sisters
And lived in a house
She had friends, and family for miles and more
Not knowing the rain was starting to pour
i am a bird
i fly towards the sky
no boundaries to keep me contained
they try to catch me
pull me down with their words
beat my wings
but i will fly
those things cannot hold me back
I always wanted to be that girl.
The girl with the pretty face and great clothes
The slim waist and the nice nose
Beauty SPEWING from her head to her toes.
I. Am. Flawless.
Maybe not to you, or him or her
but to me.
I. Am. Flawless.
I dance my heart out,
Flawlessness is an endless achievement,
It means many things,
Having the best outfit, looking the best at the gym, and getting the best grades,
but what makes me flawless is that I am flawed,
I do make mistakes,
What makes one flawless?
Is it the looks?
The long hair, coke bottle body advertised in the media?
I promise the definition cannot be found in the dictionary, nor encyclopedia.
if gazes were lasers i'd be smoldering
this is a sea of faces and people are floundering
drowning
desperate to save themselves
to reach the surface and breathe in the sweet air of acknowledgement
Beauty is not something seen but something taught
Many women do not know true beauty
But I do
Beauty is not something you wear
Beauty is not something you can cake on
Beauty is not measured
A call to action opens bright my eyes,
And shacks in the knees.
Both tans and pinks cover mine.
A stretchy and kind smelling skin.
What beast scratched at the earth and was born of clay feet?
Society may think,
My skin is flawed,
But it shows years of playing in the sun.
Society may think,
My hair is flawed,
But it shows years of being tossed back in laughter.
Metal though hard,
Breaks brittle with a strong blow.
Steel though fine,
Snaps clean if left unfinished.
As but a rough chunk of iron,
Cracked from a rough wall,
I am so fucking flawless, yet no one cares to notice.
The words I can say make me seem outspoken.
If I was on survival island I would never be out voted.
Know why?
Because I'm that fucking flawless.
Brown, round, full of love and happiness
My eyes, my eyes
They see so differently
From you, from he, from she
No one, no, no one can see
What I see
From the chipped nail polish on my toes, to the my beautifuly athletic legs..
From the darkness of my knees, to the curves that diseave...
Skin tone oh so yummy, looks just like honey...
What makes me so flawless you ask? It's a simple answer,
I'm not
I have many flaws under this mask I wear
But it fools you
My shell keeps me safe, happy, comfortable
Her reflection blinks back
With skin glowing under morning light
Cheeks flushed as the heart
As she notices the smooth facial structure
So alike to others but different in aspect
Perfection of the beholder
TREVOR FLAWLESS
(greased and polished)
When you're standing tall and proud,
The heart with the touch of Midous is mine
The unbreakable will
The calculation of a great mathmatician
Dance in the street, dance in the store.
Continue to dance now and forever more.
This is something that I do everyday
Using the gift God gave me to bring joy
Using it to brighten my day.
Light feet beat out the rhythm lodged within the recesses of her wild mind,bringing to lifethe sweet melodiesof Mother Earth.Soft lips sing the truth of the world
I changed my look I changed my style
I change my hair for a little while,
I changed my skirt I changed my dress
I changed the ones I tried to impress,
I changed the shows I used to watch
I am not less for the mistakes I have made, but made greater by them.
My failings don't me weigh down because I choose to stand on them and elevate myself.
People say to be gansta you got to have a sick cut
To be cool your quiff game must be on spot
Society strives for sprayed on abs
and butts that are just too big
Well my body might not be perfect
Body do you see this?
Or even hear this?
How they talk about you as if you are a piece of meat
As if you are something that they can use
As if you are something that can be replace
She's flawless, about her everybody talks less
I'm flawed less, but my modesty knows best
Acceptance of shortcomings and such, I
Have room to build my trust, in
Red like shiny rubies
Squeezed into my favorite heels at the dance
Painted blue like a clear sky
In my favorite flip-flops at the beach
Any color I want them to be
Different shades of purples and greens
To be honest
Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws.
I have hair in places I don't think it belongs,
I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
Her eyes sparkled like onyx
But her head was bald
She walked slow but steady
Wasn't sure about life but she was ready
And she
Was beautiful
He lost half his face in the blast
18,
an adult,
seeking independence,
my voice to be heard,
time spent shouting for reason,
Flawless
That’s me
I respect myself and my morality
My body isn’t perfect
But my brains are worth it.
I don’t let males disrespect me,
I worked and worked and worked
and it seemed like no one noticed the effort
only the imperfection and the short comings.
They say the industry is tough
I didn't know what you meant when you said our love is flawless,
Did you mean that I was perfect?
Or that you were?
Every girl dreams of the perfect life,
Getting paid to smile or being a trophy wife.
I think we want it easy, but that is not our call,
We want to erase any chance that we may fall.
Today, I am I!
Oh! Wonderful me!
I have a brain in my head
toes on my feet
fingers on hand
and teeth that gleam
Hair that is healthy
eyes that see
ears that hear
I've always been tiny, a small little peach.
I'm used to the bottom, the top I can't reach.
Always looking up because there is nothing below.
Praying and hoping, that one day I'd grow.
I have broken my back
more times than I can count,
I am brittle,
I crumble with the quake.
My crooked spine hates me
I hate me
‘Stop bending’
‘stop bending’
do not change for other people, for change should be voluntary.
everything about you is (insert positive adjective here).
you are flawless.
When I looked into the mirror,
I knew I saw what others saw.
Blemishes across my chin,
Crooked teeth, mousy hair and a sideways smile.
I knew I wasn't beautiful or pretty or even just cute.
I shook and dissolved
into beams
of pride
and pain
as Neiel Israel spoke the line into existence;
“Every day a black man walks
He is like Jesus,
When I look at myself all I see is flaws
Everything about me seems so blah
From the blemish on my chin
To the scars on my skin
The bags under my eyes
And the size of my thigs
Where is the exact point when you find happiness?
When you finally know your self-worth?
When you love yourself?
The tears, the hardships, the harsh comments
I am happy with who I am
I am active
Cheerleader
Racing through the air
Trying to touch the sky
Flexible
I am a flyer
Society's expectations like an avalanche
Cascading down
Destroying
Crushing
I bear it until I fear I will suffocate
And then I run.
Hair so big and tightly coiled
that people don’t always know what to think of it.
Mistakes
They make you look bad.
They make me cry.
I never want to try.
They make you sad.
Never make a mistake.
They make me ache.
Perfection
Quality matters in what you do.
You don’t like my natural hair?
I don’t care
My naps suit me.
You don’t like my worn out shoes?
I don’t care
Wake up, get dressed
Look in the mirror
Don't be stressed.
Society is ugly
But I am a beautiful mess.
My clothes are my mirror
Reflecting my style.
I have nothing to fear
The hardships were rough.
Many days were tough.
Tears fell this past year.
For I lost two people who were very dear.
It has taken years to realize
That I am more than a number on the scale
That physical beauty is nothing compared to inner beauty
That I am not perfect, because perfection is overrated
I wish I had known sooner
They say you must fit in double zero,
But that doesn't define the person in the mirror.
Tell me about your superhero,
Now, tell me is it becoming clearer?
It's not the brand of clothes, shoes or makeup,
Thick and Full
Always there.
They comfort me
in times of despair.
Smooth and Clean
Beneath my fingers.
They echo far back
to my foremothers
Strong and direct
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
One breath.
Another one.
That’s what I’m telling myself,
As I’m bombarded with
Outrageously unattainable
Standards
I am woman, hear me roar,
Breath fire, wipe minds, tear asunder
This world that was built on innocent blood
Of women, children, difference plundered.
Where woman tread, no man should.
"Turn that down! All they do is scream!"
"They are expressing themselves. Is that what you mean?"
"How can you concentrate anyways? It's way too loud!"
"Well, guys, I have my own soundproof cloud."
Don't look at the magazines
we've learned their words only
tear down what we
build up
though we try again
and again
we look in the mirror and see
a pair of imperfect eyes
looking out
I am not without a flaw,
To say otherwise would be a lie,
That is the truth told raw.
I would much rather die
Than make an attempt to hide it
I'm perfectly imperfect
I will say so with grit
my legs are not ordinary legs
but they function normally
they can run
they can kick
they can stand
the only small discrepancy is this:
mine possess hair
I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA
THE COMMANDER OF MILLENNIUM FALCON
ALEXANDER THE GREAT INCARNATE
I'M HUGE
BIGGER THAN HUGE
I CAN CONTROL COUNTRIES AND SPREAD EMPIRES
THE ENVY OF NAPOLEON AND HITLER
"You're perfect" she says to the daughter dressed in bows.
"I'm perfect" the dancing child crows.
"You're beautiful" he says to his little girl.
"I'm beautiful," she grins and gives him a twirl.
"Flawless: without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect."
While I may not be the dictionary definition of flawless, I am perfect in my own way.
I am not the same anymore,
My thoughts overwhelm me.
I've made numerous mistakes,
Oh, won't you help me see?
I have done many things,
That are frowned upon today.
People do not understand,
I’m not the loudest person out there,
nor am I the quietest of a pair.
But I have something that seemingly blares. I swear.
It is my smile and it looks quite pleasantly fair.
Don’t be ashamed to share
Our youth seems to be caught up in a rapture, where Perfection is the bind
Daring to Be Flawless.
Outer beauty, wealth and name brand clothes
I am who I am because I chose to be that way.
I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured.
I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness.
Today I looked at myself in the mirror
Ever day it gets a bit clearer
I am flawless
My eyes are brown
The best in town
Nothing can compare
I am flawless
I was born with them
I'm candid as me,
I may have red cheeks, buck teeth and my hair may not be neat,
But I'm just the perfect me,
So why bother be he or she?
Can't you see I'm just like B,
I won 10 out of 10 doing me,
I am me.
I have a passion for sports, but I am not a "jock".
I love learning, but I am not a "nerd".
I enjoy relaxing, but I am not "lazy".
I wear baggy sweats, but I am not a "bum".
I am me.
I am potential
I am the remarkable wisdom
yet to be tapped
My knowledge created to be essential
handcrafted but not fully unwrapped
I'm the everything that they crave
I look in the miror and I see a beautiful girl
I am the girl that many stirve to be
You want to know why admire myself so much?
There are many reasons why I do
Even if I am constantly critiqued
I stand,
happy with the head on my shoulders
I don’t care how many magazines tell me I should look in the mirror and hate what I see
Because at the end of the day,
Me, I’m flawless in my own way,
My definition of flawless isn’t what you think,
I’m confident not cocky,
Comfortable in my own skin,
I don’t look at what other folks have,
Because I look at what’s within,
It is not the way I look at you.
It is not the make up applied to my face.
Instead you float,
Lingering,
On a genetic glazed gaze.
They all stop and stare
At "flawless" eyes-
Ocean eyes-
I want to be swept off my feet and carried away, To a place the darkness can't reach and where people want to stay.
I am [F]ar from perfect.
In fact I'm more [L]ike a reject.
I don't fit in with society's w[A]ys.
[W]hy try so hard when you don't want to play?
I don't have a twitter and I don't take selfies.
Oh no, dear. You are not perfect. Far from it, in fact. But you are treasured regardless. Oh, how you are loved.
Not bound by Society
They're not my priority
I may not be Flawless
But with every critique
I live life honest
I'm just that Unique
I stare at the mirror
Watching anxiety pour
My dignity crawls beneath me
Heaving on all fours
I am a runner through and through
I crave for success; a personal best
I will not settle for less
So I train long hours; it’s nothing new
People say runners are too thin, that we are bit crazy too
A chance at life
Freedom of speech
opportunity to be
It doesnt matter who they want me to be
What is flaw?
Is it what makes you different from everybody else?
Is it what you lack?
Is it your potiential to go further than everybody else?
What makes me flawless? What makes me flawless?
The mistakes will happen
All you can do is learn from them
Because you know what?
We are only human.
You've got to live through the embarassing stories
The humiliating moments
The scary times
Wanting to show my kindness, intelligence, beauty
But fear that my confidence will receive the labels of pride and conceit
I'm just going to be honest
Every inch of me is flawless
Vulnerable, anxious
For all of the “What if’s” and trying times
Look within yourself
And know that no amount of caffeine or beauty products
Messed Up Weave, Food in my teeth
I woke up like this
Sweatpants and a tee
Only person I got to impress is me
Fabulous
I work hard for the future
Future which is so bright
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
The one whose eyes fall upon your body and meet your gaze,
Camera, Camera on my phone.
Filter away all my flaws,
Surly I do lie,
but beauty is key ,
Without filters,
We shine flawless like gems,
Now we see eye to lens,
Simple beauty,no trends.
He's a guy filled with aspiration and desire
Yet he has deceit deception and lies
He has dreams of his future and promises kept
He has low confidence and has promises broken
Don't let your flaws define who you are, they are just imperfections waiting to bring you down.
I used to look int o this mirror
and see things I didnt want to remember.
I hated the small ears, black heads, and acne,
but most of all I hated looking at that reflection of my daddy.
My face has never been crystal clear
There have always been little dots along my cheeks and nose
As a little girl they created in me fear
Oh how I wish that little girl had felt free to expose
Bitten nails
cracked knuckles,
scars that scream
"no!"
Grinding teeth
unman'ged hair,
hunched back that cries
"go..."
Dry skin
"shy" demeanor,
When I was eight,
I ate fourteen times a day.
Whatever I wanted, because
I wanted it.
Because food
was my friend.
When I turned thirteen,
food became to me,
A girl hides in the back of the class all by herself
Alone. Quiet. Silent.
She keeps her head down and looks not around,
Just stares at her desk, waiting for class to start.
Oh when will it start?
Sometimes I forget.
I forget what makes me myself.
But when my siren calls for me
I must obey.
The scents waftng through the air.
The sounds of mixers echoing thoughout the kitchen.
My world broke me down.
You're
Fat
Ugly
Stupid
Bitch
Slut
Worthless
A waste of space
A waste of time
Fucked Up
Not worth it
NO!
Some may say the Boy Scouts are wimps,
But I'm here tell you that it's no joke.
Pay attention or you'll end up on your rumps.
Eagles aren't something to be poked,
Only 2% of Scouts get this honor.
So they say to be perfect
Either that or it's not worth it
You got an attitude, curb it
All of that, ya I've heard it.
'Cause if you ask them why not
They'll just stutter a lot
I do not count the cracks that riddle my small hands.
I am amazed by their ability to remain soft and pure.
Made up expressions in the thick skin, muddy and brown.
Change yourself they say,
Into their sick, unnatural image of beauty,
To be worthy,
Of the company of puppets,
Held up with strings.
Faith ties her to the ground,
Laughter consumes her soul,
Art isn't her forte but the
World is her canvas, carefully
Listening to her heart above all other voices
I wake up in the morning,
I want to cry at the image in the mirror,
I don't like who is staring back at me.
I am imperfect
I am flawless
the two thoughts fight constantly
for my recognition.
While imperctions exist,
I am flawless.
I may be short
I may need glasses
I bring my lunch to school, everyday.
Us sacklunchers rarely have to stray into the Bedlam of
The lunch line.
We cannot escape forever, though.
She puts on makeup before she goes to work.
She is perfection.
She goes into the office.
She smiles, they smile back.
She forgets about last night, about how angry he was.
my hair is messy
flawless
make up smeared
flawless
ripped clothes
flawless
yellow teeth
flawless
cause being flawless doesnt mean you have to be perfect
"Flawless?" She asked. "What's that mean?"
"To be without flaws." I stated.
"No." She said, her tiny face scrunchimg up. "Impossible."
"So what does it mean then?"
Yes, I am a flawless man,
Just like any other,
For flawless may be just a word,
But its meaning is colossus.
Yes, I am a flawless man,
But with flaws I have,
Curly cues can cause craziness
and attitude always acts against anyone.
Broken bones belittle my body
surrounded by the scars that seal them shut.
Dark eyes that desire a drink
Don’t tell me I can’t do something
Because I’ll prove you wrong.
Tell me I’m no musician
You’ll get a symphony, not a song.
Don’t tell me I’m not fast enough,
Repeat this every day—
not because I told you to
but because it is true.
You are a force of nature
You are not to be reckoned with.
For you have limitless potential
Skin torn, broken, battered.
Cleaned and renewed.
God stepped in.
Made the pain and the marks,
Just go away.
This skin has seen the light of the sun,
Felt the sting of the wind,
Been quenched by the water,
And cradled by the Earth.
It's been stretched and split,
Scratched and burned
but still,
I wake up in the morning, flawed, and wonder how anyone could love me
I am nothing without him
I wake up in the morning next to him, flawed, and wonder how could he still love me
I am useless to him
I am
Me myself and I
No one else is me
Confident my hard work
will make history
Its a mystery
How big I could be
But the potential
Out ways the misery
I am in control
Her name was Evangeline.
She was the most beautiful daughter
The sweetest and most generous partner
A loving, supportive sister
To a proud, but worried brother
Flawless is no one when looking
Through a large enough microscope.
One hair out of place is a
Slap to the face of the viewer.
One chipped nail is a prized
Artifact turned to dust by the
As I stare into the mirror,
I see my reflection, and I reflect on my life,
How will I make it through?
Then I think of how far I have come,
And how close I am to my goals.
Goals I have set for myself,
It was August,
When someone told me
That I was flawless,
And I agreed.
I'm a goddess,
Who helps stretched the blue sea.
The one that form the chorus.
It was I, the master key.
Stretch marks line my thighs.
My biggest fear is having someone see them.
My stomach is not as flat as I wish it were.
Myself is the best person I can be
My face is mine forever
Marble like eagles
I comfort the lost
Filling urge for the helping hand
My hand
The past had scars and scratches
Slowly
I am more than the peaks of my breast,
Or the valley between my hips.
Value me for my words of honey, as they are my best;
Catch them as they fall from my lips.
My body may be flawed,
I am flawlessly flawed
Distraught,
yet I admit I accept it
My life is my life
Who am I to neglect it
I am embellished
Through the joy that I bring
But because of the pain
I've drifted
A crystalline ice sculpture weeps as the stifling heat wave consumes its delicate corners.
The jagged, cracked tips of the rock pierce through the belly of the waterfall.
“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,
Two lives colide
Into each other
The secrets build
The walls break
Come on in
To my arms
I hide it
So well from
Everyone around
I'm in the clouds
You picked me
They think I’m, flawless.
My grades are, flawless.
My body is so fit
I run with a tight clique.
They think I’m, flawless.
I’ve achieved all this.
Being flawless is hard work
Doesn't happen in just one day
I look at myself in the mirror day by day
Days go on and you look the same
"Man, why am I feeling so grey?"
Without a flaw
Perfect skin
Perfect body
Perfect hair
It's a
girl.
We have impossible standards
For each other and ourselves.
It's not fair
I am cosmic dust.
I am a raging storm of gentle emotion.
My spirit is a wind that blows unobstructively.
I'm stronger than the words thrown into the voltage of my mind.
My heart still beats.
I am alive.
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
Looking into the mirror,
Wiping away the tears.
A new day is ahead
And a new face appears.
No one can see past
The cover that is shown,
But nobody really understands
What is called the unknown.
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains,
She got up.
Hair in disarray,
Face a mess with squinted brown eyes,
She was bare, untouched, raw
Beauty is many things
But it is NOT power
Confidence.
Strength.
Intelligence.
These things give me power
These are the things that make me feel FLAWLESS
Beauty is many things
Sitting, watching, model like girls,
Strut in front of me with tight bouncy curls.
Perfect legs and tiny waists,
Seamlessly flawless face.
I can't help, but judge myself,
Nobody is born flawless
No one is a perfect being
But when we embrace our flaws
And love ourselves for who we are
we are flawless
Who are you to say that im not flawless?
I am flawless while you are unpolished.
One less insult whispered sweet
For flawless smile, flawless me
I’m unbroken from head to feet
Seamless lips, don’t they see?
I’m perfect, so don’t crush desires
Flawless?
I guess
The Best
Greatest
But, I must Confess
That
Reguardless how I look
I am Impeccable and Immaculate
I bet those girls can't relate
I'm just too great
The first time I rested my head on your chest,
hearing the warmth of just you being alive.
I felt flawless.
Like the beat of music,
I am flawless.
Coincidng, our hearts beat like that music.
Two worlds stand apart,
Separated by only the Moon and the Stars,
Connected through a tiny thread,
Be fearless,
Be dedicated,
Be the dreamer in her sleep,
The one who seeks knowledge in
Worlds she can’t see.
I have a superpower.
It is rare, almost like flying.
You don't see many people flying.
My superpower is words.
I don't have a way with words,
that implies words are a force to be had a way with.
Although I’m not perfect,
I don’t feel the need to change
Being myself is the coolest,
It shouldn’t be seen as lame
I’m smart and I’m funny,
These are the things that make me perfect
Navy scrub top
White scrub pants
White sneakers and my nametag.
I'm in the lab doing my skills, striving for perfection.
I will make it.
Tomorrow starts my internship
One may point out all my imperfections,
and say I'm fat,
but I want to make some corrections.
I believe it's on the inside that comes up to bat
when you're up against someone's infections
Look into my eyes,
Tell me what you see.
You won't see bony legs, or broad shoulders,
You'll see me.
You'll see how much I care.
And what I'd do for those I love.
You'll see how hard I try,
Days have been dark
Months have been dark
I have fallen
I have tripped on my faith and soul, my dignity, my mind, my life...
I have cut through every scar on my skin
"You can not do it.",
said the Smirking Lips, as they dangled below the nose.
I persevered.
"You are worthless.",
cried the Leering Eyes, as they squint on in disdain.
But I persevered.
I don't need to wear makeup. I'm fine the way I am.
I don't need to be perfect. I know beauty is fleeting.
I don't need a lot of friends. I have a few whom are true.
I won't be liked by all. I'm thankful for who I have.
Fuck yes,
I'm ace.
I'm ace as hell.
People might say I'm broken
or maybe confused
or that I just haven't met the right person.
Well, they're wrong.
My sex drive is 0.
words can hurt doesn't mean they are always true they dont always come from a credible source you look ugly they say brown eyes with rosy cheeks you look fat they say chubby cheeks my jeans are tight not prett
I tried so hard to fit in, ignoring who i was, ignoring my beliefs.
The thought of being wanted, the thought of being loved, i gave it much more value
than it was really worth.
