The creator made no mistake,
we were not made wrong,
not made of expired parts,
not made by faulty hands,
not made of defective tools.
Yes, we were made perfect
till we spread our cracks
under flawed fault magnifying lenses,
we spread our lives beneath broken eyes
and then they named us imperfect.
You are not what they call you,
Believe the voice that whispers
‘you are perfect’
there is no error in your creation.
