Human

Am I perfect?

No.

But I try.

Trying isn't good enough.

She never aims high enough...

She shoots,

She falls

They laugh...

Humans.

Not perfect.

Supposed to be.

But not.

We fall,

We bear scars.

No one wants to see.

We laugh,

We cry...

We do things they say we shouldn't.

Is human who we are?

Or an excuse to be imperfect...

We are who we choose to be

but who everyone says that we should be

we are too

One day we must choose

Between ourselves

and our peers

Look deep within

Accept mistakes

Look to the future

be HUMAN.

no excuses

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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