I’ve never been perfect
I’m just perfectly flawed,
With broken edges
That are curved & broad.
I’ve been ripped apart
Only to be stitched,
Sewn with resilience
And a little added bitch.
I’m a cocktail of disaster
A messed-up recipe,
With a teaspoon of spice
And a dash of profanity.
Just like a hurricane
I’m beautiful to view,
I’m just not a storm
You want to get sucked into.
With a life forged
Full of transformation
I became perfect
A perfect imperfection
K
The only thing that makes us unique, is our own, individual, imperfections, and, if we, try to, get rid of these things about us, then, we would be like, robots, made in a factory, and so, you have to ask your self: do I want to stand out, as someone that is, flawed, or, do I, want to be, perfect clones, that’s, completely, identical to, everybody, else?
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Completely agree 🙂 Thankyou
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beauty is found within our imperfections ❤️
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So very true thank you 🙂
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Great post
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thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Thank you 🙂
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You are welcome.
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I agree. I have been torn apart often. And I came back stronger. Outstanding poetry.
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Thank you. It’s much appreciated 🙂
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I enjoyed the poetry and you are welcome.
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