These Imperfections: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
Damn, these imperfections; I cannot stand them they make me stutter
They make me fall, they make me misspell and that is not all.
When I’m down they kick me around; I wish I could sound proof my mind to keep them quiet but they just won’t go away.
Damn these imperfections clinging to my back like a tick on an old broken dog, waiting for my legs to give away.
So many imperfections in my days; the snaps of whips
the smiling faces and the laughter of hate.
The echoing voices of smite that scream out loudly; irate and unbalanced to my heart.
I drowned in this and I’ve awakened in this; they have hardened my heart these imperfections in me.
They help me see the perfections in you and it shines true in you.
By John McKinley Pride Jr