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Thursday, January 9, 2014

IMPERFECTION

I love my imperfection
It reminds me of who i am
It reminds me of my flaws
My ups
My downs
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
Throw tantrums
Break mirrors, glass and furniture
Cry myself like a baby
And ask why
That little voice whispers...

Times i wished for perfection
Perfect body
Perfect shape
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

A cizoepoetry collection

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