far outweighs the façade of perfection.
I would rather lift you up
and dust you off
than pretend to be in awe of your outfit.
I would prefer to listen
to your past adventures
than a list of your ho-hum accolades.
I would much rather laugh with you
over your own shortcomings,
than hear another self-appointed achievement.
I would rather you speak
of your own faults and frailties
than hear you boast again about accomplishments.
To be real;
to be relatable;
to accept yourself ~
with each and every single beautiful flaw ~
is a quality I am much more in awe of
than any wall of trophies or plaques.
I'd rather walk beside a real fighter,
than partake in the procession of plastic.
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