Imperfect - Poem by Angela Wybrow
At me, you stand there and snigger,
But when you are a little bit bigger,
You may well start to realise,
That not everybody has perfect eyes.
So, one of my eyes is pretty ‘lazy’,
But it really does drive me crazy,
When you look and point in my direction,
And laugh out loud at my imperfection.
To me, the problem isn’t that new,
But it obviously is to all of you!
In your lives, I can see there’s no place
For what you see as an imperfect face.
I don’t much care for the way you act,
And you certainly don’t have very much tact.
Another thing which I can detect,
Is that, for others, you have very little respect.
At me, you decided to have a poke,
Then laugh as if I had told you a joke.
As part of a gang, you feel you have guts,
But, on your own, I bet you’d keep your mouth shut.
When you’re a parent, it will make you wild,
If somebody laughed at your imperfect child.
So, one of my eyes is imperfect. Wow! Big deal!
My advice is to you is, ‘go get a life and go get real.’
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