no longer imperfect

For a very long time,

I called myself imperfect,

Since, perfection was too well done.

Perfect could never be me,

Since, I was filled with to many wrongs

And perfect sounds like a fairytale dream,

But, the definition of perfect should not,

be that way.

I could be perfect just by the way I speak,

Perfect by the way I am as a person,

We are perfect because we are not define with

straight lines, but with curves and errors.

We should not be called imperfect,

Because we have paths that lead to anywhere,

We can be free and travel to our destin place,

Where our mind can take us.

Imperfect should not be consider,

Because in my mind perfection should be anything,

It could be anyone like someone who has struggle,

cried, been hurt, who is in love with the world.

And at the same time hates it,

Someone who has stories lined up on their back,

Someone who has their wrongs written right,

Someone who wishes to be themselves.

So, no you should not call yourself

Imperfect because in my eyes, you are

To beautiful as a painting on a museum wall,

Someone who has they life too amazing

To be known as someone who is imperfect.