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This poem was written to show how aware I am of my own shortcomings…

 In several relationships both personal and professional I felt as though there were expectations that I couldn't meet and regardless of my explanations the same end result would surface. I can only be the best me and I only ask that I am accepted as I am. 

I never claim to be perfect and I have no problem admitting fault. I'm a simple woman with simple philosophies. Often misunderstood, I have also accepted this to be in my life. This is a piece of self-love, self acceptance and hope. 

Perfectly Imperfect

I never claimed to be perfect
I'm a woman
I forget more than I will admit
However, it doesn't mean I care any less
With a memory like mine
Lying is not an option
I love wholeheartedly
And I will give you my all
But perfect I am not
Karma is real to me
So deceitful actions
Don't make much sense to me
My desire is always to be better
Than I was yesterday
Which will never be as good
As I will be tomorrow
I never claimed to be perfect
I have a forgiving spirit
And I always strive to be the best
I can possibly be
I've experienced more than any woman should
But less than many have
I wake each morning, not knowing
Just what's in store for me
As though each day is an adventure in itself
Looking at life through the eyes of an innocent child
Because its those childlike innocent thoughts
That help me to see the good in all things
And though I see the good in all things
Even a child learns that though fire is magical
It only takes one burn to learn that its hot.
I never claimed to be perfect
Maybe perfectly flawed
As I learned to embrace the imperfections
I realized I'm perfectly the way I was made to be
I'm a woman
I've given up when I should have fought
And fought when I should have given up
I've loved when they didn't deserve it, been mistreated
Lord knows I didn't deserve it
Thought that I could change the world
And I did, maybe not THE WORLD,
but the world FOR someone.
I never claimed to be perfect
But Someone thinks I am.

Serenity was born in the diverse and fast moving Queens, New York. During her childhood however, she wound up moving around and eventually settling in South Florida. All these places only gave her a better view of the world and what it has to offer. Serenity was always a fan of the arts and found herself taking dance, drawing, sketching, and writing as well. However, it was the passing of her grandmother that had Serenity writing her first original poem. Life experience after life experience gave her the fuel and inspiration to create "Answer True", a piece that got attention from not only people in her circle, but other poets as well. In November 2010, she took the stage for the first time at Verbal Calligraphy, there she performed one of her most requested works to date "Superwoman". Serenity prides herself on making poetry that helps others through the adversity in their lives. Recently, she has begun work on two major projects "Serenity in a Sea of Chaos" an audio album, and a book "Rose Petals of Serenity"  to reach more people worldwide. Her influences range from Maya Angelou to Nikki Giovanni to Langston Hughes. You may connect with Serenity through Facebook here. 

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  1. Beautiful and perfectly inspiring. This world needs more encouragement like this. Thank you again for sharing your gift!


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