Perfectly Incomplete

Too real to be perfect,
too honest to pretend,
I’ve got pieces of myself
I’m still learning how to mend.

I’ve been wrong, I’ve made mistakes,
I’ve changed along the way.
I don’t hide the rough edges
or erase the price I paid.

I’m not polished for approval,
not shaped to fit a frame.
I’d rather stand here flawed
than perfect with no name.

Every scar, every lesson,
left a mark I carried through.
I don’t rewrite what happened
just to make myself look new.

So call me imperfect.
I won’t take it as defeat.
I’d rather be completely real
than perfectly incomplete.

This is just the beginning,
I’ve got more to comprehend.
I’m still becoming who I am,
and this is not the end.


Sincerely, Ak

No Mirror Needed

I see no competition,
I have no one to outrun.
I don’t measure my reflection
by the shadow of someone.

I won’t become another person
just to fit where I belong.
I was never meant to copy
what was never mine all along.

I know the path I’m walking,
I know the woman I’ll become.
There’s no one else I need to mirror
when I’m already the only one.

Sincerely, Ak