Beauty is placed in our individualization.
I am a masterpiece- molded with
intrinsic flaws, delicately designed to
accentuate my uniqueness.
Unapologetically myself, comfortable
in my perfect imperfection
My imperfections tell stories without words.
A personal poetry anthology describing
my stretch marks scattered simultaneously
like strokes of a paint brush set wild and free,
my chipped nail polish, flabby arms and a
tummy with gentle hills.
The underrated beauty queen, the kind you
don’t see in magazines.
My pages contain chapters with my peculiar
pet peeves, my history, grumpy days and
I wear my scars and flaws like a fashion
model on the runway waiting to be crowned
the next top model.
Defying beauty standards set by perceptive
society. Embracing originality, my true
I love my imperfections because they are apart
of who i am.
I love the way my rich African accent rolls easily
out of my mouth.
I love the way my face lights up when i speak
about my love for Poetry.
I love the way my face dulls on gloomy days.
I love the look of confusion on my face amidst
I love the way my afro shrinks after a wash.
I love the way i drag myself lazily out of bed
I love my no-make up face, exposing my blemishes.
I love the way my eyes wander in space or how
i get lost in the presence of nature.
I love the journeys my creative mind takes me
through- wild imaginations and fantasies.
I love my awkward voice especially when i try
to sing in the shower, my crazy dance moves
and funny laugh.
I love that i just be myself, speak my mind, be
the woman that i was meant to be – wild, kind,
fun, loving, intelligent and free.
Open minded, straight forward – without
pretense, without holding back.
I just love drowning in the essence of me.
Appreciating my perfect imperfections,
loving all of me.