The Imperfect Bride

I am an imperfect bride,

Don’t want the perfect Red or White,

I revel in the Greys,

I don’t like my slate to be wiped clean,

I carry my scars on my chest,

I won’t cover my head,

I won’t cover my back,

I am as imperfect as perfect you want me to be.

I will be as crude as fine you want me to be,

I won’t change my name,

Hell, I won’t even let life pass in the kitchen.

There are roads to travel,

Words to write,

And so much more in this ever-changing world.

I will be as shameless as proper you want me to be,

Only because you want me to be a type,

I refuse to be one.

I will simply be the best version of myself,

For you, the worst. 😉