(I look up to find
Their eyes on me.
I know what they are staring at,
My freckled cheeks.)
Their eyes are lit with wonder,
They sparkle like the sky
They look at me with hunger
To know my whats and whys.
The million stars on my cheeks
They shine in merry and sigh
I am beautiful the way I am
And everyone knows just why.
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Perfect Imperfections
PoetryImperfections are beautiful. Absolutely magnificent. One of the many factors that make us humane and don't let anyone make you believe otherwise. These poems are for those people who have been feeling down about their imperfections. I just had to re...
