her smile was sweet and sereneyet on the corner of her mouth was a forgotten breadcrumb
her eyes were full of life, her make up accentuated them
yet her mascara ran and left dark circles under her eyes
her attire was one that was sharp and pristine
yet on her feet her shoes were scuffed and beaten
her skin was smooth and glowed
yet in the middle of her forehead was a pimple
her fingernails were grown to perfection
but the paint on them were chipped and worn
her hair was blow dryed to perfection
yet the split ends were unmistakable
she walked with confidence and assurance
yet her knees knocked into one another
she spoke with authority and boldness
yet her words were at times were unclear
she often strove for perfection
yet in all her efforts, she was imperfect
