imperfection
it is too much to ask you
to see people for who they are
it is too much to ask you
to block out ever-present visions of perfect
it is too much to ask you
to push away
TV, magazines, all those perfected images of things
making us feel we are not enough
not pretty enough
not cool enough
not brave enough
not rich enough
not strong enough
not funny enough
not young enough
not mature enough
not sexy enough
not perfected
you can't do it
i can't do it
alone
we are doomed to be controlled by self loathing
unless we see each person is perfect
in their imperfection
when I see you walk down the street
i will love your perfect imperfection
with all my heart and soul
