My Human

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She is human, a flawed being
which is inclined to make alot
of mistakes, her cravings incite
her to act so often out of place,
she feels insecure at times too
and tends to look in a mirror for
errors within a frame eyes gaze.
Her pysche isn't a mystical fairy
embodiment your wishes make
nor are those eyes pure as snow
drowning sincerity with embrace,
many are far lovelier than she is
and a couple make man gravitate.
She is trauma filled to an extent,
seeping in sorrow few can relate
to, those curves she carries may
not even appear actually tasteful
but that organ she has pumping
blood is more divine than anything
I've witnessed throughout a lifetime
and from that she oozes out realness
no lie will ever be capable of tearing
apart, a woman that walks boldly facing
critics knowing pressure poured on her
created this spectacular kind of diamond.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 18 ⏰

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