By: Ernest Dorman
To the midwife who said it doesn’t
Matter if my son “isn’t perfect”
Because perfection doesn’t exist
Perfection is ungraspable
The crave for perfection
Is what ruins us,
The love to be correct
Pure, right
Morally and ethically,
To be complete
No one can be this word
Perfect.
It is a part of being human.
Flaws
Is what humans are made of?
It seeps out of us when we
Are angry and sad,
Lonely and vulnerable
Love makes us overlook these
Things we call flaws.
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.
That’s the beauty of it,
Imperfection is beautiful
So thank you midwife.
Biography:
Hello I am Ernest Dorman. I’m a sophomore at State college of Florida. I’m a very outgoing, kind, loving person that is overly positive. I love music and fashion a lot I would love to work in either field one day. After finishing my A.A I want to transfer to USF and get my bachelors in Mass Communication with the concentration on Public Relation. I would love to work with a major fashion company or brand or also a Record Company. My ultimate goal is to become a creative director for a major fashion company or a Professional singer.