Poem: perfectly Imperfect.
Forgive me for knockingAt your doorI thought u was the one I apologize fo uAnswering it but I've stopped at a couple houses before I just entered it Thought I'd help myself in Cuz it was already open U see I was young n dumbI heard that if an opportunity comesGirl u better take it But I've learnt not every 1 of em is a good fit I didn't bother to clean house Cuz my own isn't either Never thought to upgrade cuz There appeared to be nothing to repairUntil I met uThen I caredWanted something brand new an refreshingTook me a while to notice the good in me I saw in you was missing Now listen clishay they say, we all say"I ain't perfectSo I'd rather say I'm perfectly imperfect for you to be withSo I started cleaning houseAdmit my communication was a All time lowAn every time I had to use it Felt like low blows Till this day I'm still stubborn n Resistive but umma keep cleaning Up shop praying ull live in it. Cuz I'm perfectly imperfect Ill admit.