Perfection Poem by alysha renee'
Perfection
hot tears spill down the young girl's cheek
never has she felt so much pain
so she cries; though she knows the wasted energy is in vain
her salty tears cleanse her recent cuts,
she still wakes up every morning; determined,
because each new scrape means 'not good enough, try again'
she strives for perfection
-but i feel it'll be the death of her.
good poem, demonstrating that perfection is impossible and best to just be you, at your best, that means taking good care of yourself. Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 10:42:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
PERFECTION, is a state of GODLINESS.