have a wonderful tradition
of admiring to
something that isn’t perfect, called wabi-sabi
and it has become my mantra
each time I look at your scowling eyes,
two dark rampageous
to feast on my insecurities,
my habit to kneel at your monstrous ego;
Your mouth, enraged volcano
throwing missiles of sharp, burning words
at my bowed, tired head:
nobody’s perfect – you for
misuse of uncontrolled power
and me for unused, powerless control.
I’m yet to learn, we are equal – that’s
the perfection you blindly refuse to see.
Maja S. Todorovic
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