REAL, NOT PERFECT

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      They call me fat, but I drape my best in a white gown
      They say I am dark, I correct - I am dusky brown.
      And then sometimes, when I stand out bright
      The imperfections under my skin, traced to put me down.
       
      All that they found so rough, All that they blamed so bleary. 
      Broken from a shield, In pursuit to protect the beauty.
       
      In the broken and crippled, In the pieces so imperfect, but real
      I see a silver lining, And smile to the beautiful divine.
       
      Embracing it all – For, Oh Yes!
      I live less Filtered, A little less Perfect.
      I live yet Real, A little more than Perfect.
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      june 2018

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