I am a lowly speck
An offending dot
A horrible stain
An amorphous blob
A rude obscenity
An uncalled insult
A black sheep
A word of disgust
Just wipe me clean
Off these glistening screens
Not a part of perfection
Worth a push of rejection
Maybe I can try to be
Pure and dirt-free
But mirrors crack
And I am taken aback
Because even these words;
Apparent cure to my anger
Still try to rhyme well
Though I beg for an answer
To soothe self-loathing hearts
Yet I only am tampered
By this ridiculous need
To cover one's paper
In art
Because no matter how you feel
Words needs to have appeal
Because no matter how you hurt
With readers, you flirt
Because writers are slutty in 2016
And to be infamous, you have to be keen
To be perfect
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
