Perfection Poem by Barbara Curtis

I'm not perfect, I just don't fit
I've ginger hair, a facial twitch
My skin is wrong, my accent bad,
My mum is poor, I got no dad.

I'm not perfect, such a shame
You laugh at me, you call me names
I've got a limp, a funny eye
You kick my dog as you walk by.

I'm not perfect, do people care
If I spend all day sat in this chair.
I'm too tall, too short, too thick
Whatever it is you'll make it fit.

I'm not perfect, I know it's true
Am I so very different from you?
Why don't you spare me a little time
You might be surprised at what you'll find.

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(19/9/2012)