Simply Being Me

I do not look the same,

I do not feel the same.

But of what use is it

To extenguish indi-

viduality here?

Perhaps my hair is dark

Perhaps I am rather

tall. And perhaps I am

a bit more obsessed with

Star Wars than the normal

teenage girl. But hey, I

was made this way, and I

would not change that even

if I could. How could I 

insult God's creation

by wishing to change what

he designed. Why would I 

proclaim that my parents 

did not produce their best? 

Instead, I am thankful

for simply being me.