daj88

Here is poem I thought of on a whim. It's quite fitting considering the title. 😊 Scars, bruises, scratches that align the arms -- they should on display Nervously smile as people stare with judgment, but yet understand fully They realize their scars and all on their bodies , realizing their self-consciousness too These scars and imperfections are some things that never fade -- they alter our perspectives Seeing smooth skin and flawless hair that flows seems surreal  It's imperfectly perfect to some, but others think it's impossible Seeing white and grey hairs growing in your hair, eyeglasses and scars on the skin   Imperfectly perfect Be imperfectly perfect by your speech , walk , sight , smell , whatever you have, you own it Own that you're imperfectly perfect Live happily in your skin ; your laugh , your voice is yours  Never blame yourself for you -- imperfectly perfect Be happy,  be you ... imperfectly perfect