My face plain
awkward in look
noticeably clumsy in my own skin
a quiet tongue afraid to speak
a mind thirsty always seeking knowledge
a passion for life fueled by struggles
no less a person , no more a fool
on my sleeve a sensitive heart beats
counting blessings like minutes to raise my self esteem
I am not your perfection
I grow leery of your definition of words such as beauty and intellect
Shall I question my worth just because I do not fit your quintessential mold
the things you define as beauty can only fade with time
lines form and take over where perfection once dwelt
the mind slows with age forgetting the quotes you once threw around
as if they were your own
I think I shall let my passion be my beauty
my thirst for knowledge my intellect
for fiery passion can never be extinguished
a true thirst never quenched