The Beauty Of An Imperfection Poem by sarah rabago

the petals outside on my roses
beauty
i am not a perfection like those roses
i could not come close
but for once it would be nice to be
to feel that beautiful vibe
to know thats what people thought
instead of walking down a hall with eyes wondering my body, alone, i know what there thinking, oh i know what everyone is thinking
freak
loner
ugly
who's that?
is she knew
yes, they may be the words that i thought could never compare to the sticks and stones that break my bones, but a stick and a stone have never broken my bones, so the words that stick in my head, that they have said
break me down
until, one person, just one calls me beautiful, no matter how much of an imperfection other people think i am, i am a beauty to them
the beauty of an imperfection,
the beauty of MY imperfection.