by Eden Wen
I cannot do many things.
I cannot even draw,
Yet I love myself through and through
Since I found peace within my flaws.
For I am perfect in my imperfections,
It proves I'm merely human.
I simply have to remember this
Whenever self-doubt is looming:
That I can only grow as a person
As I overcome my faults.
God made me who I am--I'm perfect.
And thus my worries halt.
My three influences for this poem:
1. At church this morning, a member of the congregation talked about how he was striving for perfection, and was dejected as he knew he wasn't at that point in life. But while he dwelled on the thought, he realized that we are already perfect. "We are perfect in our imperfections."And so I stole this phrase and ran with it.
2. Tupac Shakur. I've recently finished his collection of poems, The Rose That Grew From Concrete, and it was absolutely beautiful. Every word that was written was saturated with passion. I thought to myself, I want to write like that. I want to evoke all my feelings, whether it be through music, art, literature or any medium of emotion. I want to inspire others to do the same, to influence with words, to move with words, to express with words. And though I know that I have greater potential, I hope this poem does just that.
3. Many times I catch myself comparing myself to others. This either leads to building my ego or destroying my self-esteem. In a way, I wrote this poem for myself. I need to accept my imperfections. We need to accept our own imperfections. They are what separates us, human beings, from emotionless and unfeeling robots. Yes. Um...and now I don't know how to segway into a closing...
Thanks for reading my poem, friends.