NOT PERFECT

by ALYSSA

This is my Earth,
and I live in it.
it’s big and round and travels at an amazing pace best felt near the Ocean.
It’s big and full of idiots and geniuses,
of craziness and calm,
and of beauty and the contrary.
This is my planet.
It’s where I’ll spend a vast majority of my life.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s mine.

This is my country,
and I live in it.
It’s pretty big,
and it’s ruled by fools,
but it’s free and beautiful the same.
This is my country,
where I spend the vast majority of my time.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s mine.

This is my school,
it’s been through a lot,
like an old marching sock,
and it’s starting to change from my home.
This is my school.
It’s where I spend a vast majority of my time.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s mine.

This is my body,
and I try to change it,
but it doesn’t say a thing about me.
It doesn’t always work like I want it to.
This is my body.
It’s where I spend a vast majority of my time.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s mine.

This is my mind.
It’s where all my crazy ideas and plans are hatched,
where all your hideous cruelty is seen and matched,
and it’s where I can hide,
with my best friends:
me myself and I.
This is my mind.
It’s where I spend a vast majority of my time.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s mine.