Not that one,
Just being perfect -
-ly shallow body and soul,
The one standing there,
With a mind full of thoughts,
Standing, being proud,
Even though imperfect,
I'll take the beauty,
Of imperfect body,
And torrential soul,
The plastic anorexics,
Always standing there,
With delusions of happiness,
Filling their minds
Not that one,
Just being perfect -
-ly shallow body and soul,
I'll take the beauty,
Of imperfect body,
And torrential soul.
This poem was written when one of my friends was having body image problems. |
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