RealPoeticJustice

I use to think that perfection was a state of mind but never a state of being. That every "picture perfect" moment had to be touched up here and there. But then I saw her smile...and reflected in it was mine, and right there my whole perception on perfection changed. See, perfection may be a state of mind but in her case it's a state of being. When the light from her soul alone shines so bright that it cast silhouettes of hope over these shadows of doubt....that's perfection. I use to think perfection was a state of mind but never a state of being because of these society made deceptions of the term perfection. The funny thing about society, it stereotypically pairs perfection with flawlessness together like niggas with watermelon and fried chicken. To me,  perfection is flawed. The definition of perfection is flawed none the less but to me, the being of perfection means it's not perfect at all. So is perfection just a state of mind? Or can it really be a state of being? The way I see it...beautiful flaws are perfection....perfection however, is just flawed.