Imperfect
My stem droops
My petals are awkward
My leaves are brown and wilted
But the other flowers
Their stems are straight
Their petals are perfect
And their leaves are bright and green
The sun shakes his head at me
"A crow amongst doves"
He says
I want to be beautiful
But all I'll ever be
Is an outcast
A pariah
Imperfect
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