No Beauty In Perfection

Where is beauty in perfection? In flawlessly done artistry? I raise powerful objection To such dishonest sophistry. Give me the honest blemishes, And the scars of vitality. Beauty is not found in wishes Of objects of idolatry. The beauty’s in the crooked smile And in the hearts of brokenness. There’s beauty in that distinct style Of earnestly but mismatched dress. Beautiful is not perfection. Beauty is beauty in itself. Mine is another’s rejection, I see your beauty for myself.

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