Same ode

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People around me have the same faces
No discrimination
This is the right thing-
But who is really who?

How can we know you without knowing you-
The smile behind the pain
The pain behind the mind
You are perfect just the way you are-
But, no
You are not perfect…

Grow up to learn you are not who you think you are
There is pain
There is imperfection
It is not a box of hollowness…
Rather, a box of gold
Precious and priceless

You are who you are
You are not perfect
Look there, take a minute-
See your flaws
Yes, perfectly imperfect

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Inspired to be truthful in my poetry and to introduce the topics most people might be scared to represent.
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