Beauty found in imperfection
Disdain sometimes found in a reflection,
Often segregated into their own section,
Behind these defects
Many are afraid to mention
The attraction they possess
Even under the skin.
Deep in the mind,
One may yet find
A heart yet to be signed,
Sealed or delivered.
One can only hope this tree of life within
Does not end up withered.
One with the eyes of a wise man
Is where the beauty lies,
One with the eyes of a bigot
May one day behold a surprise.