Prayer of Imperfection.

Thank God

For my knobby knees.

My pizza face.

My overly full body.

My long 

Dark 

Hair 

That everyone thinks is fake.

For my friends.

Who should really be in an asylum.

My brown eyes

That look so ordinary.

For my tears.

That mean more than they ever get credit for.

For my epic mom.

Who's life is a mess.

And I have to be strong for.

For my hairy arms

That make me look like an ape.

For my ten fingers 

That I have so many scars on , I can't even count them all.

For my brother,

As messed up as he is.

For my taste in music

That no one else likes.

For my acceptance of being alone.

For my teeth (Even though one has a crack in it).

For my scars

That I get to smile down on.

For the fact that I'm heavy handed (More is best)

For my goofy laugh

That cracks everyone up.

For my snarky sarcasm that slips out  when I'm mad.

My ability to laugh myself (It's well used)

For my strange amount of knowledge

That sits at the back of my mind anyways.

For my hope

That secretly never wavers.

For my memories

That when people look at me

They think I'm crazy

Because I'm sitting there laughing hilariously at them.

For my height

That makes me look like Frankenstein's daughter.

My smile

Though it's always a little lopsided to the right.

For my clumsiness

Because I have to laugh so hard before I can get up again.

My skin color

That makes me look even more different.

For my weak faith

In what I'm supposed to believe in.

For the freckles that cover my long legs.

For my voice

That isn't always used so well.

For the thoughts in my mind that I put on paper

That match someone elses.

For how much I've changed over the years

 No matter which way I go.

For my teachers

That I get the best parts of me from.

For my name

That I might as well like because it's what  I'm called.

For my CRazY handwriting

Because it's not like anyone elses.

For the fact that not everyone likes me

Because I wouldn't be nearly as weird if they did.

For how bitter I am.

We can't all be sweet, can we?

For all of the tradgedies that have hit me square in the face.

Because they make their endings that much sweeter.

For my heart

That many have

Pushed

Shoved

Sliced 

Diced

And rejected.

It only made me that more gentler toward others.

Thank God that I'm not anyone else

Because then

I wouldn't have 

All of the flaws

And inmperfections

That make me me.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace.