Imperfection in the form of freedom.
Regardless of how broken we are, how torn apart and hopeless we are, we will once again be in our elements.
We will be able to move mountains with just our determination and efforts, we will be able to do everything and anything that we were told we couldn't and wouldn't ever be able to, we will be the voice of the millions that go unheard, we will be the eyes of those who can't see the unjust, we will be one.
We're imperfectly perfect and that's alright, if we're imperfection in the form of freedom even if it's not our own freedom for now, I don't think I'd mind that. Together we'll be free from all this pain and misery.