Perfectly Me

• Posted by: Angie Daniels
• Created: October 23, 2015
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I never wanted to be up here,
On this golden pedestal where you placed me.
Your gifts are unwelcome.
This crown hurts my head.
Sugar sweet I never claimed to be.

Please take me down and out of this gown.
Open the glass cabinet so I can be free.
Let me run around,
Barefoot on the dirty ground.

Face reality,
I was never your perfect.
I am perfectly me.

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