Sunday, 26 July 2015

Imperfection Is Beautiful

The slant of my eyes
Freckled skin with a tan
This lopsided smile
Messed up hair
Tied under a worn-out band

Collar bones that don’t show
Layers around my waist
Oh, they hardly go
Those chipped nails
Ah, they never really grow

The curve of my hips
Stretch marks on my skin
Wound that got healed
But the scar?
I can still feel

The fickle odd world
And its standards of beauty
Matching them
Is neither a necessity
Nor a priority

Not much to flaunt
Not much to drool
Because they say
Is beautiful

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