I am Perfect

I am simply perfection, No seriously Webster's actually considering spelling Perfect

S Y D N I

Because I am just that perfect, Let me give you an example... When I was in Second grade my teacher said spell Perfect, So eagerly I raised my hand and... said

PERFEKT

And she said "that was incorrect and Sydni you should know the answer."

I didn't know why she expected me to know the answer when no one else in my class could spell it either and it was our first time ever hearing the word, but she said that I should know the answer.

After writing the definition several times as she had me do while everyone else played.

I went and I told my mom that I'm perfect and she literally told me that I was correct...

So then I soon called my father, but as I dialed I saw him across the street from my mother's job walking into his house.

On the phone I said "dad!"

He said I'm stuck in traffic "I'll call you when I get home"

And I don't know if the traffic never stopped or maybe I saw someone else who I pictured as my father, but he finally called me my third grade year.

And when he called he picked up the phone and said Cutie "God told me you're perfect."

Well ya see if he would've told me the day I called him I would've believed him

But due to the fact that I had no longer believed that I was glistened in perfection

Because my perception of what perfection was no longer what I thought it was.

Because what I thought was perfect was shattered in my mind, because everything had to be perfect.

Because I had seen perfect families ; Seeing a mother and a father and that looked perfect to me.

So I was struggling on what it means to be perfect.

So anytime someone asks me to do specifically what they say

I say

I'm not perfect, because ya see when daddy wouldn't come home.

Or that the fact that I once thought I was going to the dentist, but wasn't going because daddy wanted a paternity test for me... Daddy look at my eyes I got yours, baby!

See I'm not perfect, because I can't sleep at night sometimes I cringe.

I'm not perfect because even though I strive and try to leap I end up falling.

I'm not perfect, because you can't tell me that the stove is hot and you expect me not to touch it.

Because I purposely want to find out the heat will affect me rather than affect you, cause ya see I'm like burning coal.

I am a phoenix, I rise to the occasion!

No one can tell me what I used to be, because I know that I will be successful!

Because I am no longer who I used to be! I now dot my i's and cross my T's

See so when you tell of who I am or I will be, you ain't seen my story.

You don't understand who i am

You don't know who I can be

You don't know what I can do

Because you weren't there the night I wasn't sure of who I was

You couldn't tell me my story

You can't look at me and fathom and tell me I'm not successful!

You can't tell me I haven't fought to be where I am!

You can't tell me that I don't deserve to be on this stage

Because ya see I'm not PerFect, But I am

ME