Imperfect Woman Poem by Anita Atina

She was an imperfect woman
Deliciously flawed
You could tell right away
She was no wax doll

She got herself into
Impossible situations
And then got out of them
With strange machinations

She smiled and laughed
Some said, way too much
But it was better than moping
And being stuck

She was awkward and reserved
With new people
But with friends she loved
Caring and wild!

She sometimes moved sideways
And stepped out of the race
The perspective she gained
Had its own special place

She often felt alone
Amidst a throng
Searching for the one
Who would share her song

She was a daughter
Of the sun and the sea
And in her quiet moments
Would often believe

Though she was imperfect
Her song was special
And this path of discovery
Would be her quest!