She was an imperfect woman
Deliciously flawed
You could tell right away
She was no wax doll
She got herself into
Impossible situations
And then got out of them
With strange machinations
She smiled and laughed
Some said, way too much
But it was better than moping
And being stuck
She was awkward and reserved
With new people
But with friends she loved
Caring and wild!
She sometimes moved sideways
And stepped out of the race
The perspective she gained
Had its own special place
She often felt alone
Amidst a throng
Searching for the one
Who would share her song
She was a daughter
Of the sun and the sea
And in her quiet moments
Would often believe
Though she was imperfect
Her song was special
And this path of discovery
Would be her quest!
Anita Atina
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imperfect-woman/
