PERFECTION

what is perfection?

is it perception?

does it change with perspective?

is it accepted when presented?

or only achieved by pretending?

is it paying attention relentlessly to your faces structural connection-

or your skin?

although dark and deep brown like a sea of flowing almonds-

it seems to shame you

but who can blame you

everything from everybody else is what made you -

hopes of perfection sustain you

though at times your own is hard to see

eyes a shade of mahogany arguably the most beautiful expression of that hues harmony

 

hard for me

to fathom

why you and your idea of perfection evade each other -

when in truth yall create each other

your body's a creation of the essence that is perfection-

and perfection is expressed with every breath and enduring second

you live

dying at every moment you forsake the

integrity of your being

continuously compromising the content of your soul

for perfection

or a mere idea

formed through your glares at magazines

and midnight meetings with mirrors

meticulously making those meaningless makeovers-

mentally

your hurt physically

scared emotionally

the definition you have constructed constricts you-

those invisible chains cause you to cry

morning those awaking mornings when

mac make up is missing

unaware that you are missing your meaning

missing this opulent scene

that smile that gleams as if a billion stars are here -

a body that is godly

with naturally falling hair

how can flaws compare

to such perfection and beauty

existing before those earthly descriptive words were born-

what is perfection ?

if you answered a mere idea

and not yourself

you were wrong....-