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Beauty isn't perfection

It isn't when you look like a model

For a fancy brand;

It is rooted in your heart,

Golden sprouts peaking from the glands,

Little silver blossoms opening,

Proudly standing tall,

I have a dream

Of holding a book in my hands,

Running my fingers over the pages,

Crisp and fresh,

The white only lasting an inch

Or two,

Short hair,

A t-shirt and shorts,

Shouldn’t change me from feminine

To “buddy,”

And being a girl

Shouldn’t erase the sports I’m good at,

There are words

Begging to be typed,

Words

That want to pour from my soul,

Words

Who’s only mission

Is to be read,

No one needs to hear your jokes, 

Your remarks or your sneers,

No one needs to be pushed under

By the sea that you've filled

With the laughs that you've drawn

From ignorant thoughts,

Every day is new, 

All because of you. 

You brought me this world, 

And were there for every journey, 

Every step and every chapter,