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Jul 2013
Baby, I ain't Cinderella
I won't transform into
glorious perfection before your eyes
I am me,
just myself.

Please.

I am beautiful.
          elegant.
          graceful.

I am also human.

I mess up.
I get *******.
I yell.
I hate.

But please,
                                please,                  ­          

disregard it.

I don't mean it.        

I also do things right
keep my cool,
forgive,
love .

Baby, this is who I am.

Please.
Bear with me.

I am who I am.
Flawed.
Perfectly imperfect.

Don't expect me to be anything else.
Don't expect me to change.
Please.

No fairy godmother will swoop down to transform me for you at the last moment of deepest despair.

Just love me sweet,
love me true
love me flawed.

*Please
Artemesia Blastside
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