A crack on life's sidewalk,
folks walk all over me.
Some stop, spit on my face;
others say I'm a disgrace . . .
because I am imperfect.
Side concrete squares are strong;
something in me went wrong.
The crack grew, weather raged,
but some thought it a phase
till they saw me . . . imperfect.
Water pooled in the dip
letting birds survive, sip.
Nobody e'er said 'thanks';
everything's better . . . pulling rank
thinking they are so perfect.
Before you stomp on me--
trod unmercifully--
know we don't chose . . . just 'be.'
God has a reason you see--
nothing on earth is perfect.
I relieved the pressure
and kept my composure.
Everything had hardened;
for errors left no margin.
Yes, I know I'm imperfect!
Stepped on,
spit on,
pooled on . . . gee.
I am
tired of
what you see . . .
because I am imperfect
and everyone steps on me.
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2003
Jesus loves us Sandra with all our imperfections. Many of us have imperfections that can't be seen ... imperfections of the soul and mind ...
they are the ones to be pitied. A physical imperfection will pass away someday. But the mental and ones of the soul may never pass away throughout eternity. Love Bill
Wicked, people are. Great poem, Sandra, it speaks for us all, including those who walk upon you and other "Imperfect" people, because we're all imperfect in many ways.
ooohhhhhh...stunning write, sandra! *clapping wildly* you said a mouthFULL. nobody is perfect...we are all different. i think the world would be awfully boring if we were all identical...THANK GOD for the differences in color, shape, size, WHATEVER. (((((HUGS))))) and love, karla. :) I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviewed by Julia Lucy
Reviewed on January 31, 2003
I love this poem! It says absolutely everything about how people crave sameness in this world, even though we should not be afriad to be different. No one is perfect, I think Sandra said it quite well.
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they are the ones to be pitied. A physical imperfection will pass away someday. But the mental and ones of the soul may never pass away throughout eternity. Love Bill
Warm Love,
*-Brittany-*
Chrissie