MMA

Mma,
A perfect name
For an imperfect being,
An irony for which no one is to blame
Altho, It is hard not to love what is seen.

Mma,
You are the bodily compendium of a blotch.
Oh! nne m don't frown,
It is your blotches that raise your notch,
Your imperfections adorn your brown.