Happiness, Heartaches, and Everything in between

Last night, I performed in front of an audience for the first time. I’ve never felt so liberated, content, and calm at one time. Last night cemented my belief that I was made to do this poetry thing, I was made to spill my soul through writing and share it with anyone willing to lend a listening ear. 

This is the start of something new, something great, something eternal. 

Last Night.

I have my imperfections. 

I have visible bags under my eyes from sleepless nights. One eye opens slightly more than the other. My eyes tell stories that my lips wont dare to speak. My lips are more supple and prominent than most. My teeth aren’t pearly white, but my smile brightens my darkest moments. My complexion isn’t smooth, it’s a mixture of skin tones. I’m comfortable in the skin I’m in, even when my melanin incites discomfort and fear. I smile too big and sometimes I don’t smile at all. I’m quiet when I should be outspoken; I’m outspoken when society wants me to be quiet. I love too hard, fall too fast, and trust too easily. I get hurt and I hurt others. I’m confident in life and insecure in love. 

I am imperfect, but I dare you to label me as anything but beautiful.