PerfectlyFlawed
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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
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,
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,
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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!".
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?
To the girl peering in the mirror,
who, for some reason, thinks she is inferior,
because her hair isn’t straight,
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
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.
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
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.”
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
“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 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
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.
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
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.
"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 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
She's a weed among many
the only difference
is her timing
while others are blooming
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;
Puzzle pieces are different shapes,
They are each a unique individual.
Each one alone may look strange,
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
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
To know oneself, is to see yourself through others eyes. Through strangers words. Through societies lies, and still be able to sleep at night with your head held high and heart still beating.
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.
“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
“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
With a crooked nose
I have strong bones
With past woes
I wake up with no groans
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 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.
The door finally closes, another day spent,
Another act finished, but I’m not content.
I look in the mirror, stare into my eyes –
Were they fooled today by my act, my disguise?
