I see myself from a perspective
That my body is made of defectives
For not being able to drop jaw
Be admired and leave people staring in awe.
Because beauty nowadays
Is having minimal flaws
Validated from numerical counts of likers
And a long list requests fighting to win over
Someone’s love on tinder.
I am the definition of insecurity
With an extreme conscious
Over a word that is so obnoxious
When a society aligns ‘perfect’ with ladies on magazine covers
Whose odd bumps cloaked beneath piles of powder
And green salad instead of big mac during winter
For a glassy skin straight hair and curvy figure on the camera
That made me hated the reflection of myself on the mirror.
I shouldn’t get weakened by offensive analogies
As rude as you seem to fit in my pocket shortie or
you look like a moon with those acnes.
For that shows he is not worthy of being my yours truly
Because beauty doesn’t fall for the collar bones that show
Rather for a heart in the dark it glows.
Like the flowers that do not look at each other
Wishing they could be a different colour
Here’s a little reminder,
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.