Where is the home for “perfection”
Where the shame shies away
Only reappears redressed
In one world with love?
I read burning pages of social fabrics
Fraught with eloquence, elegance and eminence
That my blood lacks,
And the ashes of flaming soul
Are still good enough
To engage with the conscience
Pulsating in my narrow artery.
Good enough is as perfect
As life can be,
With open hands and arms,
Stand still till birds start resting
On your open palms,
And that is good enough
To open your heart.
SoOo…perfect!
2020
Year of the Rat
yenna yi 