BLEMISH

If for some reason my old face
a magazine cover should grace
I feel the need to make this one thing known

Don’t photoshop my eyes and teeth
Don’t try to blur what lies beneath
Don’t change one nap upon my heath
just leave it all alone

It’s not that I don’t want to seem
like some absurd desired dream
my fragile ego’s made that very clear

But to wash each scar and bruise
To change my skin to different hues
Each person looking then would lose
just how I made it here