Before, now, later

Sides, the same and different

Imperfections dictated by society

Are the perfections made by humanity

Broken and twisted

Mangled but listed

Ordered and neat

Lines that pleat

These are the flaws of creation

But all flaws are strengths

Creased and patterned

Lumpy, not flattened

Don't stop being

Crumpled or pressed

All that matters is what's beating

Beneath your chest