The REAL Me

I am not a perfect girl

I have sloppy handwriting

I have had shattered heart

I know I'm not a perfect girl

 

I have never had a New Year's Kiss

I have never had a date on Valentine's date 

I have never been taken out on an actual date

I know I'm not a perfect girl

 

I know that I'm not the society's idea of "beautiful" 

I know that I don't have the stereotypical "perfect body"

I know all this

But you know who does see me as perfect?

 

God

I was made in His image

He sees what everybody else doesn't see

He sees how pure I can be

He sees what I can do in my times of trials and tribulations

 

He knows my every thought

He sees each tear that falls

He can see what others can't

He can see that I am perfect

 

So with this body, mind, and soul

He can see what is my potential

He can see that I am the woman that He is shaping me to be

Society cannot see that

 

Society can see what they want to see

That's fine with me

But this is the real me

A beloved child of God.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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