Poetry

Imperfection

I got rigid nails

And natty hair,

But I don't care.

I got pale skin

And, sure, probably a lot of sin,

But I don't care.

I got a loud mouth,

Short body,

And small feet,

But I don't care.

Why don't I care?

Because...

My rigid nails are long and get complimented everyday,

When my long, brown, gorgeous hair flips, it makes boys' hearts flutter away,

My pale, rough skin is the perfect complexion for dark, colors on the darkest, dreariest days,

I'm not very well behaved, but no one is well behaved,

My loud mouth projects the singing voice I love and hold,

And my short body makes me bold.

I have imperfections here and there,

But when I look everywhere,

People's imperfections peek out

And try shout for attention.

Even though I have imperfections,

I don't care at all,

 'Cause with the boy that will fall,

He will see through it

And think I'm perfect in my own ways.