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Microscope

Are you a scientist? Then why are you placing me on a slide? Who gave you permission to judge every aspect of me? Every strand of my thick hair Every scar on my leg Every less than perfect nail My flawed complexion I do my best to please you But my best is never good enough for you Because your definition of perfection Is only achievable for the gods You think that you are royalty But you are only royally despised Get away from me with those critical eyes My life is too precious to be wasted under your microscope
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Jan 22, 2012
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