Are you an angel?
No. You’re something better.
You’re no cold ideal
You are not wrath, vengeance, or an immovable platitude
You are April
You are humanity exquisite
You are woman perfection
Of course this is where you shut off your mind
This is where you mutter “bullshit” under your breath
It is not
Perfection is not what so many claim it to be
It is not the absence of flaws
Your very flaws are what bend...