A Flawed Race
You, my darling, are not exempt from paying the debt of humanity.
Not one among us is perfect.
So you will pay...in flustered words and minor failings.
In ink smudges and torn edges and broken pencil stubs.
In speeding tickets and dismal grades and board game losses.
You will pay in tangled hair and dark under-eye circles.
Your feet will stumble up the stairs once in a while,
and you may inflict pain upon a loved one, whether by cruel intention or simple mistake.
For we are a flawed race.
Some of us pay heftier fines; dealt out in broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Those brave souls suffer more than the rest of us.
No one can say exactly how much you will pay, but the inevitable truth remains that you will pay something.
You will cry, and ache, and stumble as you go.
But do not worry, dear. For in all of this, you will still be beautiful.