Perfectly Imperfect
Bumby skin
pimpled face
aching neck
sloppy writing
slow walk
fast talk
trips over air
hits the floor
laughs it off
gets back up
rubs her knees
shakes it out
dances in the rain
eats in her car
hides the cookie jar
stays up too late
gets up too early
does work last minute
can care less at times
but loves her family and friends
hates the world at times
but loves the caring people
reads in dark at times
but loves to write stories
She is not always perfect
in fact not ever
but she is
Perfectly Imperfect
flawlessly.
This poem is about:
Me