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Imperfectly PerfectImperfectly Perfect
I am perfect.
Imperfectly perfect in my own ways.
My scars are signs
of the battles I have won.
My dark eyes carry the weight
of countless sleepless nights.
I wear my attitude proudly.
I keep my standards high.
I am mostly a closed book,
so don’t take a chance
on guessing my next move.
I have fought many battles alone.
I have moved mountains
when you thought I was finished.
I am an invisible shield
for the ones I love—
protecting them silently,
even when no one sees.
You can break me a thousand times,
and I will come back
a million times stronger.
I am not meant to be overlooked.
I am impossible to ignore.
And when I am alone,
I pat my own back
for every silent achievement
no one ever witnessed.
Because I know
how far I have come.
I know what I have survived.
And I know what I am capable of.
That’s why—
I am imperfectly perfect
in my own ways.I am perfect.
Imperfectly perfect in my own ways.
My scars are signs
of the battles I have won.
My dark eyes carry the weight
of countless sleepless nights.
I wear my attitude proudly.
I keep my standards high.
I am mostly a closed book,
so don’t take a chance
on guessing my next move.
I have fought many battles alone.
I have moved mountains
when you thought I was finished.
I am an invisible shield
for the ones I love—
protecting them silently,
even when no one sees.
You can break me a thousand times,
and I will come back
a million times stronger.
I am not meant to be overlooked.
I am impossible to ignore.
And when I am alone,
I pat my own back
for every silent achievement
no one ever witnessed.
Because I know
how far I have come.
I know what I have survived.
And I know what I am capable of.
That’s why—
I am imperfectly perfect
in my own ways.
— মৌমিতা— Moumita
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