By: Naa Doodua Doodu
We chase perfection, a flawless face
Yet in the pursuit, we lose our place.
The mirror holds a steady gaze:
An imperfect soul, lost in the haze.
But what if we flipped the script instead,
Embraced the quirks we’ve always shed?
Each flaw, each scar, a tale to tell
A life lived deep, a heart that fell.
Let’s break the chains of pride and fear,
And honor truths we hold most dear.
Our flaws, our fears, our strengths, our soul
These make us human. These make us whole.