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....-