Sacrificing Imperfections Poem by Abby Bilan
Sacrificing Imperfections
I hate judgment,
They don't get what I meant.
They base into my imperfections,
Not even in my successions.
Writing is my soul,
Can't change it into any hole.
It's my profession,
Please base your impression.
I'm not good in speaking, singing, or dancing,
It's my requirement and I'm still standing.
I shout, "I'm the best! "
I'm proud in front of the rest.
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