Imperfection at its Tallest

Imperfection-is graceful
That stands tall-and high
You have to strain your neck
To be willing to recognize

You may your chew cud funny
Your butt may be too big
You have a round tummy
And your leg-is like a twig

I’ve seen the prettiest person
And I’ve looked in the mirror
To see all my imperfections
And never-shed a tear