I have never met anyone this interesting.
It's as if life breaths as she attempts to simply be.
As if the formulation of her being is simply to be unique.
One's mind stays enchanted by the way she imagines.
By the way she exist,
untethered to standard.
I see hope in her eyes,
even in the midst of a cry.
Even when all seems hopeless,
her smile is never disguised.
I sometimes wonder,
what it means to be her.
For,
she only exist as flawed when her eyes hit society's mirror.
When she looks to compare,
incomparable features.
One never knows what perfect means.
For,
perfect is subjective,
defined by every being.
And,
this being,
sits as perfect to me.
©lamarcus12
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