Perfection

I’d like to thank Africa for this color.

Grammie’s seven up cake for this stomach.

Grandaddy’s red beans and rice for these thighs.

My mama for these eyes.

Chukwu for this life.

Muma for those books.

The Ancestors for the resolve to remember.

And Ron for the strength I found after everything he took.

Perfection from these flaws?

Nah, just perfection, that’s all.