Perfectly Perfect, a poem
- Tikisha
- Apr 1, 2024
- 1 min read
imperfectly perfect erased
perfectly perfect showcased
I’m me
the rolls on my back
some call it fat
insecurity attack
security comeback
I love every part of me
who are you to tell me I’m not worthy
I love my body
imperfectly perfect erased
perfectly perfect showcased
I remember being so insecure. Afraid to make eye contact. Wanting to fit in.