I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed
to be in this world created by God.
Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed,
Are exactly where he meant them to be.
Sometimes I misspell elementary words like compell
Or sit all alone when I hear the school bell.
But that is because the mind that is mine
Was made mathematical and introverted just for me.
A visual-spatial learner, I am also an earner
While I d%dle and *daydream* my brain always Whirs.
My life may seem breezy and my world easy peasy
but I work hard to make life what I want it to be.
I may be no Mozart, but my music is still art
I play piano quite well and can hold any voice part.
Though my fingers may sl ip and could use a few tips
At least I was given a body that can feel, hear, and see.
Perfectly kind, I’M NOT! My temper can become quite hot
If you do something or hurt someone that perhaps I would not.
Without these imperfections and the occasional lack of direction
How would I learn that sorrow is not what I seek?
I abhor tomatoes and could live on potatoes
If it was made to be tasty I would probably eat plato.
Vegetables and diets aren’t my thing but I eat like a king
Cause' I happen to enjoy food whether or not it is good for me.
Klutzy moments aren’t proud and my laugh is obnoxioiusly loud
But the a w k w a r d e s t moments are great for a crowd.
We would all be clones and boring as drones
If we were the barbies the world would have us be.
Thank goodness I know that I reap what I sow
And that God perfectly made an imperfect me.