I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even tend to get a little crazy some of the time.
I'm not a size 5 and don't care to be.
You can be you and I can be me.
I try to stay strong when pain knocks me down.
And the times that I cry is when no ones around.
To have error is human or so that's what they say.
Well tell me if you can what is perfect anyway?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem