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.