"I Am Beautiful... I Think"

Short hair, dark skin, big arms, flat nose, too skinny, too fat, flat chest, heavy stomach, no booty, and when I look in the mirror, I'm not sure what I see. You can load up on diet pills, get a boob job, nose job, and an expensive weave or you can accept who God has made you. I admit its hard, because the world has already let us know what's beautiful and shows us that we ain't it. If I walk out the house with my natural nappy hair, people will stop and stare. I perm it up throw some weave in there and make it perfect, just so the world can say "Now that's beauty." Then I come home and get comfortable, and only my family can see who I really am. But the world will not be able to see, the real me. I guess we see ourselves through the eyes of the world and if it says you're not beautiful, then that's what we see. When you take your weave out and take your girdle off and wash the make up off your face, what do you see? In your eyes (not the eyes of the world), is the real you... beautiful?

What I see, is a perfectly Imperfect me.

Writer's Block

I don't know what to say. And that's crazy because I'm a writer. It's what I do. I breathe writing. When I am assigned to tell someone's story, I become their voice. So why is it when it's time for me to tell my story, I have nothing to say? When it's time for me to express myself the only way I know how, I have writer's block. I can be everyone's voice except my own. I can tell about he, she, and we but when it comes to me, I get quiet. It's like an awkward silence. That's just one of my problems. I have a whole list of them.

So what? I'm Perfectly Imperfect...