Title: Imperfections
by Helen-Catherine from Cheshire | in writing, poetry, love
For those that had been born to fight from birth
Were handed to us to brighten the earth
For they grow to realise they are unlike you and I
Then stand in front of the mirror asking themselves why
For every waking hour they wish they could be in my skin
Yet still I fail to value the body I was put in
But tell them to stiffen that upper lip and take my hand
Because I've been sent to make you understand
It's your imperfections that make you flawless
It's your imperfections that make me proud
For those that soldier on to fight for the land
Complete an ineffable journey we fail to understand
For every limb that is lost, another scar is engraved
Another badge of honor the day they were saved
For when asked how they lost a hand or foot
They simply reply, I was out of luck
But tell them to stiffen that upper lip and take my hand
Because I've been sent to make you understand
It's your imperfections that make you flawless
It's your imperfections that make me proud
For those diagnosed with a challenge to face
Realise life has become a sudden race
For their once golden skin has become so pale
They ask themselves when did I become so frail?
For the person in the mirror is an unknown figure
Now it's up to God with his hand on the trigger
But tell them to stiffen that upper lip and take my hand
Because I've been sent to make you understand
It's your imperfections that make you flawless
It's your imperfections that make me proud
Recently I’ve been incredibly inspired by the awareness of disabilities in the media. I’ve read a lot about it and seen various documentaries over the past few weeks. I was shocked to find that the parents of some disabled children were getting a lot of abuse from the public, telling them their children look ‘wrong’ and should be kept in doors and out of sight. I was upset to find that some people could even say such horrible things. And so I guess this issue has built up part of the foundations for my poem. The main message I wanted to convey in this poem is that our imperfections make us flawless, no matter who we are. I’d like to give hope to those who are suffering an illness or disability by expressing that looks aren’t everything. And I’d also like to make other young girls realise how lucky they are without the need of surgery.
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This is very inspiring and it makes me feel sad but the good part is that you speak about things greater the us. We have limited power, we cannot do much about it.
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