Unblemished

She looked around,
At everyone,
Who passed by,
Each one flawed in some way,
A scar, blemish, mark, impairment,
All of us the same,
Variations of imperfection,
She struggled,
To understand,
In accepting this view,
Why we expect people,
On the inside,
To be unblemished.

By Purple Pen

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