Imperfection is Beauty ..
5'5 with brown eyes smile like the sunrise :D
I don’t exactly know why I wrote this poem, as the words just came to mind I just typed .. so here goes
Who are you to judge? To determine if someone isn’t “good enough”? To think that you are better than I? Are we not the same as people? Did God not make us equal? We both bleed red when cut, is that not true? Do we not both cry tears, tears of pain, sadness and joy? Do we not strive to better ourselves as a whole? To make the world a better place? For ourselves and for our children? So why try to bring me down; instead uplift me with embrace. Because in the end who are you to judge?
