I love my imperfection
It reminds me of who i am
It reminds me of my flaws
My yesterday, today and tomorrow.
It has been a journey
Sometimes i lock myself up in shame
Sometimes i walk out, talk and not let it get in my way
Sometimes i have self doubt
Even though i am loved i still doubt
Times i get mad
Break mirrors, glass and furniture
Cry myself like a baby
And ask why
That little voice whispers...
Times i wished for perfection
The only perfect "person" i know is barbie
If i was like her
I guess i would be plastic perfect.
My imperfection makes me human.
©thelma migue, 2014
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