I wasn’t expecting perfection
In fact, dirty faces are preferred here.
Pretty is just absurd here
in this place of broken/mended/ broken
that leaves treasured scars behind.
So smash it
those pretty glass masks you wear.
those hurts you can’t bear.
Try on instead
these warm tones of you
I like you in blue
I like you in the true grace
of an imperfect face.
be impractical you
to thine own self
be true.
Within my arms you remain
in every way accepted
Cause, baby that’s beauty.
