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November 18, 2014

My perfections are mine, not yours

Filed under: Poetry — by Zuhair @ 11:38 am
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And what right

have they got

to decide

what size

my lips should be,

what kind of nose I must have,

what my skin should look like,

how big my feet should be,

or how long my legs should be

for me

to be

perfect?

What do they have?

They have proven their imperfections

to be

much worse

than my small mouth,

large nose,

dry, wrinkled skin,

duck feet,

and short,

stocky

legs.

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1 Comment »

  1. Awesome.

    Comment by Zuhair — November 21, 2014 @ 5:05 am |Reply


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