Through The Noise

Imperfectly Perfect

She dances
under the warm
glow of sunlight,
her laced-white dress
swirling around
her soft, marked thighs,
and her thick, raven tresses
copying her graceful
movements and steps.

Her chubby cheeks
are puffing out
from plastering
a big smile on her
plump, pale lips.
Her eyes so alight
that they illuminate
the dark and genetic
bags under them.

And how jealous
I am of the wind
for being able to
touch her and trace
the constellation of scars
on her legs, arms, and face.

I watch her
as she gets caught
in an embrace
with herself.
And I swear,
I have never seen her
this light and beautiful.

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B e a u t y
works
hand in hand
with
a c c e p t a n c e .