I am not broken; I hope you’ll understand
I am a child of a unique brand
I may not fit in your perfect mould
But I am still precious, loving, and bold
What is ‘perfect’, anyway?
A child who fits in your golden frame?
Not who colours outside the lines?
And refuses to take what you define?
If you get a chance to feel
What I hear, smell, and see
You will hug me with love so true
And tell me that I’m perfect, too
I am not broken; I hope you’ll understand
I am a child of a unique brand