I sway my hips in so much pride,
A panther prancing in each stride,
In every part I hold my stripes,
A tiger print that does precide.
They unfold after every stretch,
A sign that I have been earnest,
My stretch marks make me the greatest,
A streak that I always cosset.
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Perfect Imperfections
PoetryImperfections are beautiful. Absolutely magnificent. One of the many factors that make us humane and don't let anyone make you believe otherwise. These poems are for those people who have been feeling down about their imperfections. I just had to re...
