Me I'm chipped like old porcelain Weathered and worn A page with a wrinkle A rose with no thorn Yet in every crack my story is told A whisper of fire A glimmer of gold I come from shadows And grew up too soon From cold kitchen floors And the locked up rooms But even in silence A heartbeat defied A child with scars And fire in his stride I'm flawed Not broken Just perfectly bent By moments I stumbled By time I was spent The scars on my skin Are a badge I embrace Each blemish a triumph Not something to erase
They told me to polish To shine To conceal But my power was never in how I appeal It lives in the chaos The raw and unplanned The things they didn't see But somehow understand I learned to stand when my knees still shook How to rewrite chapters Nobody bothered to look I made peace with the mirror When it questioned my worth And I answered with proof Carved in sweat and rebirth I've outrun ghosts That still whisper my name Turned pain into purpose Regret into flame What tried to unmake me I studied instead Built wisdom from nights Where hope slept in my bed So if you see me shaking Don't call it fear That's courage remembering Why it's still here Every step forward is earned Not bestowed I walk with my past But I choose where I go We are the art in the ashes The bloom in the dust Flawed Yes Yes But fearless And worthy of trust The ones who are polished May glimmer and gleam But it's those who have struggled Who dare still to dream Now let the world see me Unfiltered Unmasked Not shaped by perfection Not bound by my past For each flaw I carry Is part of my song A melody Proving I've been thriving all along.
So call me imperfect, I'll answer with pride For strength often comes From the cracks we can't hide. Beauty Real beauty It lives in the fray In being so flawed In the most perfect of ways Go ahead.
