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.