nobody perfect,
but, yet people try,
strive to be close to it,
but, no matter what,
you will never be,
PERFECT,
facing reality is hard,
but, knowing you can't
have everything you want,
makes it that much harder,
nobody perfect,
why do i have to be?
people seem to point out
your problems you have,
are they just mad that you
accepted your differences,
nobody perfect,
why is everybody obsesse?
we were meant to be different,
why should we change,
when we are perfect,
just the way we are.
5-13-09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am perfect, you are perfect. we all are perfect.. bcaze we were made.. bcaz we were made.. by a, a perfect God.. and when he was finished, he looked at us and said, ' it is Good! '