Imperfectly Perfect Me


I am woman,
From the bottom to the top
From the pout in my lips,
Down to the swish in my hips

I am human,
From the inside out,
From the thoughts stirring my observations
To the emotions breaking my concentrations
I am imperfectly perfect me

I hold no claim to absolute perfection,
I have learned the affect of expectation,
I am perfectly imperfect me

I am broken
From head to heart
From my own imagination, and the influence of others,
From the art of kept and lost lovers
I am imperfectly perfect me

I am hopeful
From outside in
I trust that things will be okay
There is a reason they are this way
I am imperfectly perfect me

I am perfect imperfectly

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