3rd poem

Her hair isn't as br    own as the earth. Li    ps aren't as red as    
a rose. Legs aren't     as long as the Nile.     Skin isn't as bronz   
e as a goddess Stoma    ch isn't as flat as     the plains of Ecuado   
r, it has more of a     round shape like the     hills of Ireland. V   
irginity isn't one o    f the Virgin Mothers    ; hell it isn't even   
like Madonna's. Eye    s aren't as wide as     a puppies, in honest   
y one's lazier than     a couch potato. Stil    l, in no way shape o   
r form would I chang    e anything about her    . Her imperfections    
are perfect to me. F    laws are invisible t    o my heart, she smil   
es them off with her     pearly whites. A si    ngle smirk that can    
make any man crumble     to his knees. When     they do; they get a    
perfect glance of he    r apple bottom. Yet,     her outside doesn't   
compare to her in.     A heart that can riv    al one of a loving c   
aring mother's. She     bleeds generosity, s    he speaks honesty. S   
he loves uncondition    ally, she cares undo    ubtedly. Yes, I know   
she may be imperfec    t, but shes perfect     for me.


-I saw this slice and dice activity on the link the professor gave us, so I used it for a poem I once wrote to a girl a while ago. You literally have
to read it left to right, some of the words are spilt up.