I am not perfect and I do make mistakes
I have put needles in my arms
I have done some selfish things
But the one thing I am proud of
Is waking everyday learning I am not perfect
I gave my five glorious children the right to a fair life
It was the first self less mistake I think I have ever made
Five times I sat in front of the judge
Five times I said good-bye
Five times I cried to sleep knowing they were better off
Without a mother putting needles in her arm
Doing selfish things not thinking of anyone but me
But in the long run I know they are happy
My imperfect mistake became a new begining
I am not the person I used to be
I no longer put needles in my arms
Or do selfish things
I think of others and what I can offer
What I can teach and share
I am not perfect at all and I don't aim to be
I know that my children have every opportunity in life
Because I wasn't selfish and I made the best imperfect mistake.
A contest entry
- My Favorite Mistake by breedluv.
1750 points, ended December 9, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This is brutal in it's honesty, and I admire that. Few people have to courage to face themselves squarely. I would suggest a black font for this; it's a little difficult to read. Thank you for entering.
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This is a very touching poem. I am impressed with your honesty. I think it takes alot to write a poem like this.
Mike
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this is a very good write
it dose not follow a real outline like a normal poem
it tells a story but not straight out.
and thats why i like it its very much like my style i use.
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