Every Other

I am imperfect

As is every other soul.

I make mistakes, I sometimes cry,

I don't reach every goal.

 

I am imperfect

As is every other girl.

I think too much, I talk too loud,

My hair won't always curl.

 

I am imperfect

As is every other child.

I complain, I forget,

My clothes are sometimes piled.

 

But as is every other being,

I'm perfectly imperfect.

And anyone who says I'm not

Is sadly incorrect.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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