IMPERFECT TO YOUR EYES
I am lost in a world of silicon impressionists.
Artists form beauty with sharpened knives.
Foreign objects injected in the body,
A rape of humankind.
Why change true beauty for society’s sake?
The marks on my body took years to create,
and they’re mine,
not cloned or copied from perfect lines.
In a world where art should imitate life,
life imitates art,
and I stand miles apart
I touch my beauty with nail bitten hand,
soft and natural,
Scarred from demand.
-Imperfect to YOUR eyes-
But I smile,
for I am not in disguise…..