Blemish

• Emelia Susnja, Grade 10, St Mary Star of the Sea College
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

We walk down the street, and we snarl and we stare. With our noses turned up at the girl over there. Is it all because we don’t like what we see? Because she is not what we want her to be?

Maybe her blemish is just a sign of her maturing.
And maybe we’re the one's that require reassuring.
Who are we to condemn what we claim to be ‘wrong'?
We declare she’s not ‘perfect’ so she 'doesn’t belong'.
Tell me when the photoshop stops editing the truth.
Ensuring that we all can live an uncorrupted youth.

A little ‘imperfection’, just a blemish on her chin.
We must not forget that 'perfection’ comes deep from within.
So let’s stop with our critiquing, and let's stop with our correction.
So she can look into that mirror, and be glad with her reflection.