Don't Try to Give me Perfect

Who stays perfect as possible,

Without any chasm in them?

Even the horizon is mirage,

When the sky kisses the land.

Even the most allured moon isn't perfect.

To see my scars.

You need to come closer.

Give me scars,

uneven tan lines

chipped cuticles,

a lazy stubble. 

Give me parts of you to pull a blanket on, around me.

Give me that hair growth you've waxed every month religiously. 

Give me the orange peel butt that ruins your beach pictures. 

Give me the earliest graze of the male pattern baldness.

Give me calloused hands and dry elbows.

Give me all that you didn't know was ugly

Until you were told by the society that it was - everything that makes you frown at the mirror.

Humans are so beautiful in all their naked glory.

Don't try to give me 'perfect'. 

Give me human.

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About the Author

Keerthi Varagani is a literature enthusiast who loves penning down her thoughts and emotions into words.