Work In Progress

Let me start off by telling you what I'm not

I am not the perfect student that gets straight A's

I am not the femine daughter my mom wishes she had

I am not perfect, but let's face it no one is

I am lucky if I pass my classes with a B-

I am a rugby player that loves to get dirty

I am not the person everyone expects me to be

I am however working on being the happiest me I can be

I guess you can say I am a work in progress

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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