The beautiful you

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.