PERFECTLY IMPERFECT by Serenity

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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