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
Copyright © Wendy Nipas | Year Posted 2018
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