Imperfections is a hard word to understand. My mom explained that it is like a crumpled piece of paper. It has things that are wrong with it. I know that I am kind of like that paper. It is hard for me to write words and I get nervous because I don't spell very good. But I do the best that I can do and that is all that matters. These are my thoughts about writing this poem and how hard it is to try something hard.
