A beauty takes place in a woman’s flaws—

a beauty in the design of unchipped faces

they way her hips swing

the angle of her head when daydreaming

the looks she receives from secret admires 

but nobody could ever like her

for her imperfections

For goodness sake, do not wish

to be flawless, perfect, or undamaged

demand the dark birthmark across the arm,

the left lazy eye,

the mole upon your cheek

someone will notice,

someone will care,

someone will want a woman

for her perfect imperfections

nips and tucks only take away from her beauty

it’s the tone of her cracked voice in the morning,

the way she rolls over with a sleepy smile,

not the scar from her nose job,

but the scar from a playground when she was once a child

that makes her beautiful