You all look at me
wishing i was this and that
if i were to conform to all of y’all
who would i end up as?
one cannot serve
two masters at at a time
how should serve
all of your desires
i come to tell you today
imperfect is my middle name
if you got issues with that
you can try to absorb them with tissue
if it does not work
pick it up with God
so many nights i’ve spent
in tears and tossing
trying to come up with ways
to make up for my deficiency
long,or short hair
skinny or big
which way will the fashion magazines
define beautiful
when the sun rises?
Daddy looks at me disapprovingly
i was only seventeen
when it all happened
i was his little princess
he struggles with forgiving me
though my little angel he adores
it breaks my heart so
every time our eyes meet
i didn’t mean to hurt him
man is to err
i made a mistake i know
crushed his perfect view
of the imperfect me…
i am woman
not super human
i have feelings and emotions
i do get hurt
a wife is a good thing
says the good book
good and perfection
far from being synonyms
you want me to go to work
come in the evening
and still look like
the girl on the cover of the magazine
expect me to give you offsprings
and still maintain
the runway model figure
i would love to be
your cinderalla or snow white
unfortunately i am me
and imperfect is my middle name.
i have missed your call
not once but a number of times
i bounced you the other day
caught up in unavoidable circumstances
i love you it’s true
Bill Gates i am not
lakini ningekuwa dereva wa citi hoppa
hata kileleshwa tungetembea
sorry to disappoint you though
i am a simple man
who dreams about loving you
and
imperfect is my middle name
the world has all these pressure
from people near and far
people close and distant
the perfect life
the perfect size
the perfect wife
the perfect man
we struggle night and day
to attain an illusion
an illusion with the name perfection
a chasing after the wind…
Fact is
i am a masterpiece
not because i am flawless
but he who created me is
i have my limitations
yet through him who lives in me
i can do all things.
Fact is
in God i am loved and secure
with all my imperfections
the Son of Man died in my place
and now im heaven bound
though flawed in every manner
and he loves me anyway
so,imperfect is my middle name
and no i ain’t sorry about it
i wish i could be for your sake
it seems to hurt you that i ain’t perfect
yet
we don’t always get what we want
so deal with it or take a walk
imperfect is my middle name
if you got issues with that/you can try absorb them with tissues…
lovely, very lovely…honestly lovely!
Hey gal, i love the way you capture the essence of realness in simple words, taking us on a journey of life as a woman/man… i like. afew off spellings here and there but,… imperfect is your middle name! 🙂
hehe….thanks and yes it is all in the spirit of imperfection that the words are mis spelt.