Perfect
I used to think to myself,
"Wow!
He's perfect."
With each mistake,
I thought you were even more perfect,
Because it made you more human,
More tangible and real.
Each imperfection made you more equal,
And yet,
It made you even more perfect.
Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2009
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