Been avoiding the term perfection,
It’s always used by those with
A lack of depth perception,
The same people who think
That perfection lies in the eyes,
No more than gorgeous appearances
Required for one to entice
These people with the depth of a puddle.
But if I were to peel back your layers,
Cutting right down to the marrow,
I wouldn’t be surprised to find you’re
Just a body of something hollow,
But take a little time, if not more,
Fill that hallow with worth and respect,
Because the body, nor face, nor anything in flesh,
Will ever earn us the right to be perfect.