Beautiful Broken Pieces

Me

Imperfect I am

Beautiful broken pieces Imperfect as I am in all my natural glory

Beautiful broken pieces Words I’ll use that lacks luster

Beautifully broken pieces Kept together by scars That’s held captive surrounded by bars

Beautiful broken pieces Alone in the dark “aye” that’s where the torment starts

Beautiful broken pieces I am hated, rejected Lost never found no hope for detection–lost cause

Beautiful broken pieces I’m told that I suffer from emotional abuse, and controlling ways never been told that–who can love such a mess

Beautiful broken pieces All my life someone has labeled me I’m beyond my borderline Those in glass houses should never throw stones

Beautiful broken pieces I never meant to cause anyone pain Imperfect that I am–human by nature should be my new name

Beautiful broken pieces I forgive myself for not standing up for myself Just letting all say what they think and feel about me

Imperfect that I am

Beautiful broken pieces That I am every piece of me My eyes, nose, smile Every curve on my body Every pose that I vogue Every picture that’s taken I’m almost certain you’ll find tons of imperfections in all of those

Beautiful broken pieces I know how to love Even If I’m stumbling along the way of how to love someone the way they need to be–anyone needs a hug

Beautiful broken pieces Filled with passion A love that’s sweet Once you’ve gotten past my broken pieces

Just love all of me–as I will you

Lisa, a Queen, Mother, Protector, filled with beautiful broken pieces

Yes, that I am

~Lisa Michelle~