Impurities, like dirt upon the skin,
A blemish on perfection, a flaw within.
They mar the surface, yet add depth and grace,
A reminder that nothing in life is pure and chaste.
I don't give a f**k, I'm not an angel,
I'm human, with all my imperfections.
I embrace the impurities, they make me who I am,
I am whole, and they are just a part of my human plan.
