Proud to be imperfect

This poem never meant to discourage anyone to be in their personal best, just to help you accept you fully and look up to the stars

I am a beautiful imperfect creation

I have so many brothers and sisters who are equally imperfect

I work with, travel, live and sleep with imperfect individuals

I am glad that I am middle of imperfect humans

I raise imperfect children, hang around with imperfect friends

I do everything imperfectly

I imagine everything as imperfect

I have no issues to visualize imperfection as totally natural and perfect

I did not say I did not try to be best as I can

I did not state I hate to be best 

It is simply fitting to my head

Yes, the beautiful hat of imperfection fits me perfectly

I feel like throwing up when I see perfect people

They are perfect only in their small world, we all know it

I am proud to be an imperfect citizen of this world