Letter to the Blonde Bombshell

I know I’m not perfect

As perfect as you

The scars my memoirs

Of pain I’ve been through.

I lie

And I cry

And I f**k up

Sometimes

I can’t see my luck

If it looked me in the eyes

And my rhymes aren’t mere wit

Merely cookie-cut

From centuries of classic lit.

But at least I can be touched.

At least I’m not pressured

Into something that’s not me

At least I don’t let cliques

And trends

Define who I can be.

So look down on me

With your manicured nails

Your boy-toy at your side.

Because when you hit reality

There nowhere you can hide.

Reviews

[KatiePie]

I really loved the flow of this :)
Its a poem people can really related to, beautiful write.
It was lovely to read.
-Cathrine

[Angel's Lady]

Merely cookie-cut
From centuries of classic lit. - Oh snap! SCREAM IT, GIRL!

Money can't buy happiness, can it, doll?! Great Write!

[x]

Perfection is in the eye of the beholder....thankfully, or we'd all want the same thing and that doesn't happen. So, everyone is perfect in their own special way.
Small thing...you're means 'you are' and I'm sure you mean your.... as in having something....something that is yours.
Overall, love the defiant attitude of the write. Independence is the greatest acquisition in the world.