let them be as beautiful strokes,
The unique and creative
but yet imperfection bumpy

I'd rather be a bumpy, smudged painting
Letting people feel my texture
With mistakes made with through painting

Let me bumpy and have mistakes
to live, to feel the beautifulness of imperfection
Up on an old wall
Dusty and broken floors
Let me not be perfect
When you remember an old smell or texture

I'd rather be irregular, and if
then casted out for my imperfections
than to be bought from ungrateful people,
Always craving attention from the wealthy
But never knowing what it's like to be myself
Never knowing what living is

I'd rather look of bumpy and unattractive
than of beauty, and perfection
If I could feel the worlds inner beauty
I'd rather be a bumpy, smudged painting.