I've Never Met Perfection
I have lived for 18 years,
and I've never met anyone who is perfect...
According to most.
I've met people who are
Tired
Broken
Poor
Beaten
Bruised
and so damn brave.
They live every day like a warrior
They know the value that a day can hold.
Their hands are plows,
their feet daggers.
They fight for everything.
To me, they are perfect.
To me, my scars are perfect.
Being able to love regardless of gender
To me
Is perfect.
I have lived 18 years,
and I have seen nothing
But perfect.
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