Perfection was created
to make us feel imperfect,
but imperfect, of course,
is the perfect thing to be.
We spend every hour of every day,
every day of every week,
trying to be different,
trying to be unique.
Our nature is to search
for answers to life's questions,
concepts we don't understand,
like "What is perfection?"
You strive to be "perfect,"
a term you don't understand.
You should be yourself
before it gets out of hand.
Surely happiness is of priority
over a word like "perfection,"
so ask yourself this,
Who looks back in your reflection?
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The sad truth (Refiloe sikhosana)
PoetryThe poem is about a young girl who is struggling to live and love. What she felt then compared to now. That nobody sees her tears and nobody understand her pain. She lost faith in life but she always had hope. Stood up with a pen in her hands, mind...
