Flawed, Beautiful

Does perfection equal beauty? I believe not, For those once youthful flowers that all seemed to rot, Their dry crumbled petals I almost forgot, Now dwell in my fragrant potpourri pot, They are flawed, beautiful. Perfection equals beauty, If you think this is so, Reflect on how the pure white snow, We hope will make our holiday glow, Has killed many a seed to grow, It is flawed, beautiful. Perfection equals beauty, If you hold this to be true, Reminisce about a child that you once knew, Their innocence corrupted by the world’s ugly view, That innocent child was once you, You are flawed, beautiful. Perfection equals beauty, If this is all I see, When I look at myself, I’ll never see me, Only defects and ugliness, instead of what could be, My perfectly ugly thoughts, I now set them free, I am flawed, beautiful.