B R E A T H E

f l a w s

i've too many flaws at all the wrong places

i've a face shape that i can't name
and tousled hair that can't be tamed

i've a scalp full of dandruff that just won't go away

and a skin that is too dried our for you to caress

i've eyebrows that need grooming
and a nose with blackheads that need scrubbing

i've teeth that are crooked
and eyes that are too dark with bags underneath

i've arms that are too slim for you to hold on and fingers that are less flesh and more bone

and i keep wondering what colors i should paint my nails so it'd match my skin tone

i am a fragile frame of osseous matter

you can trace my shoulder blade, poke my ribs, see the curve of my spine, and even pop the acne on my back

i've a laugh that's too obnoxious
i speak too fast and talk too much

i've too much body hair that i don't remove because razor is scary and wax is too painful

i've ugly feet with protruding toes
and stretch marks on my thin waist that looks like a beast tore all the tissues

i've calloused palms
that lack the softness of a feminine touch

i've an ass with no fat for you to grab if we make love and no cleavage to entice you and make you wonder what's behind my baggy shirt...

i have too many flaws and i tell myself that i don't care and you won't either

but what if you said you like straight hair better and that i should do something about the white powder

what if you said that even your bearded cheeks feels softer than mine

and how you wish my eyebrows were more on fleek and said you didn't like how the black spots on my nose peek

what if you said i should sleep more to get rid of the dark circles
and i should just giggle because my laugh is too much

what if you flinched after holding my arms and joked about me being malnourished

what if you held my palms and said you didn't like how i always paint my nails black

what if you grabbed my waist and suggested i should eat more with a frown on your face

what if you told me i have really sexy legs but then added
"can't you bare them?"

and what if you said the thin white lines on my dark skin stand out
and makes you feel revolted

what if you asked me to wear jeans so it'd make my ass look fine and said that my flat chest makes me look less like a girl and more like a guy

and that...

that would trigger my memories and i would remember that's exactly what the kids in my school used to say

what if you said you can't love me because i'm too flawed for you

and how you thought i smelled like cherries but it's a shame
because i just stink

and maybe by then i would have had too much of your crap and i would get tired of all the flaws you pick

and scream
"Body odor is not something I can control you dick!"

you see i am flawed at all​ the wrong places except one, my foul mouth

so i will tell you why i don't wanna "fix" myself

partly because i think perfection is too mainstream

partly because i've tried and failed

partly because i'm trying to fix the flaws that you can't see, feel, poke or hear

and partly because i don't believe in the bullshit that our curves,
like an unsolved puzzle, should fit