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I see you daily and I've come to realize that nothing of you is flawed. These past years I have been privileged to see you: receive letters from division I athletics blossom from the flower of puberty and live in a gorgeous home. But as I broke through your flawless facade, I saw hurt and vulnerability, I no longer saw perfection. Your mother- lost to cancer, your father- an angry man, your siblings- hateful. I have been puzzled to see you: deny admissions to division I schools let your hair grow scraggly, your face become oily and your house be foreclosed. You are not what I thought you were. You are like me you are weak hurt abandoned. You, like me, are not perfect.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Flawed Perfection
I see you daily and I've come to realize that nothing of you is flawed. These past years I have been privileged to see you: receive letters from division I athletics blossom from the flower of puberty and live in a gorgeous home. But as I broke through your flawless facade, I saw hurt and vulnerability, I no longer saw perfection. Your mother- lost to cancer, your father- an angry man, your siblings- hateful. I have been puzzled to see you: deny admissions to division I schools let your hair grow scraggly, your face become oily and your house be foreclosed. You are not what I thought you were. You are like me you are weak hurt abandoned. You, like me, are not perfect.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
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