The Blame

The blame Was God wrong when he created You like you and me like me? Did he have the right, I wonder For many seem to disagree Some were born of certain gender But one day they came to find That the body they were given Was not useful to their kind Others did not feel too happy About their features or their shape How they wished for an alteration Just as long as they could escape All the sadness and frustration The embarrassment and shame None of this is what they wanted And on God they put the blame Why did he not take precaution? Why did he not know and see That a person flawed and broken Can not be completely free? So they start making some changes Mind you, they will not be judged Even if they become mutants Even if they end up botched In their quest for sheer perfection Self-acceptance, inner peace They are fooled by human standards And this offers no release And whatever change they’re making Because the urge to fix was strong One thing will remain for certain God our Maker was never wrong. Wendy Nipas