KesLea Howard

Rookie (1995-(along time ago))

The Perfectionist - Poem by KesLea Howard

The Perfectionist

To become what one is not
Is so strange
And I change to fit those of what they want
I mold myself quickly and taunt
Sorry if I became blunt
Most hear of my name but different description everytime
So confused I controlled many minds
I've became the innocent, the guilty
The sexual aphrodisiac
The one who held back
I became the sinner inside the saint
I've became the weak to strong
I've became the nerd that no one heard
To the sexy and exquisite and beyond freak imaginable
I could turn you off or on
Multiple personalities just to fit what you want
It's like a habit
I can be Picaso or Divinchi
Express myself in many ways
With oils, or paint
Or dull and unsatisfying and no life
But I am what they want to fulfill their appetite
You may feel its wrong but we are all actors
Our stage happens to be Earth were we all judge each other
But how can you judge one who has no face?
No exact style
No exact way
It may fool some who can't see
But I only done this for your own needs
I feel I should not only have one frame
I have become the perfectionist in change

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010



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