14Sometimes, I wish I was young, I wish I was perfect, I wish I was where you are.
You looked so beautiful that night, with your hair all in curls, and your eyes all alight. There was a glow about you, that made you look like an angel, fallen to earth. No one wanted to touch you, for fear that you'd go away, go back to your heavenly sanctuary.
You thought that we shunned you...the truth is that it was the opposite. We knew we weren't worthy of your perfect presence, that you were too good for us. You feared the opposite, doubted your perfection. You were wrong.
And when you danced, beneath the stars, you were immortal, and no one could touch you...your sweat glittered on your golden skin, like tiny flecks of glitter put there by the gods. A small smile played upon your perfect, cherry lips, and your face held this kind of adoration for life, even though yours has been hard.
No one would be able to tell, if we didn't know your entire, bloody, sad story. I can imagine those scars littering your creamy skin, under that glistening mini. You hide them well, but pain always did lose out to your perfection.
A slight breeze whispered across your face, and you laughed, as if you and nature shared a silent secret. Maybe you did. We didn't know the difference, still don't. I looked away, and when I turned back, you were gone.
I never saw you again...I heard that you're a stripper now. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't... I just wanted you to know that, well, I still believe you are perfect. No, I still know you are.
just a little idea that wouldn't go away. dedicated to all of those who doubt that they are beautiful. you are, trust me. flawed perfection is better that perfection faked. believe in yourself, it's all you need.
mj