Screws

God made you broken//At least you tend to believe so//Like an already cracked vase//You don't notice it at first//But after constant use and age//The crack spreads//Spidery vains under thighs//Crinkles and bags surround your eyes//"Old" is not the definition others place on you//Rather a young ray of light//White is what others would like to think is full of imperfections//Spotless with no trudge//But you know as good as any that's unfair and beyond truth//You are cracked remember?//White is defined as a blanket a baby needs//But with holes and stains, you might as well throw it out//White has screws//That's the thing right?//People misinterpret the defining of white and black//Black seems raising its inviting sign right in front of the bloody red keep out warning//But that's not it//White doesnt have all the screws//White has all the screws black needs//Freshly screwed and functioning black//White has screws//You have screws//I...//I have screws missing//So what does that make me?//