Defending My Imperfections
You know me?
You sit down and you
create a profile of who I am
what I’m suppose to be
how I suppose to act
or what I suppose to look like
But have you really notice?
I’m not as perfect as most people think I am
I don’t understand why you try
to perfect my world of imperfections
Why put me in a world I don’t belong
So, you know me?
I am a fragile box of coloured grass
fashioned with a shine to make me look good
I use complicated expressions to act super intelligent
I echo words with double meanings
to appear smart and strategic
I refute the wrong and disagreeable
in order to feel in charge
I mask my face with fake smiles
pretending to be happy
When way down deep inside
am broke, hurt, and unforgiving
I laugh with you and make you feel appreciated
but loving you is hard to do
I’m sometimes mean and uncaring
But yet you never notice 'cause you’re thinking
“She is too sweet to be bad.
Too spiritual to be vile and reckless.”
Truth be told!
I’m never perfect, only Christ can perfect me
Can’t you see?
My fleshly coffin is no different from that of yours?
And yes, as flesh as I am
I will falter along the way
I may do wrong...
DO and say things I don’t even mean
But who are you to judge me?
Don’t tell me you haven’t notice
my insufficiency and my incompleteness
I’m fragile because I’m flesh
not a supernatural being
So don’t expect me to be more than I ought to be
With this I defend my imperfections!
Copyright © 2015
(2015)
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