How could God be so irresponsible?
Committing all sorts of mistakes possible
While molding me thoughtfully
And I non-existent, to direct him properly.
Eyes could’ve been wider,
Skin softer, lips redder,
Everything a shade brighter,
Hair of finer texture,
On the whole a unique structure.
Now it’s all out of proportion
Requiring much more attention.
When they say, “Pretty you’re looking”,
I say thank you and think, “Who are you kidding? ”
And scowl at Him for the trouble I’m taking
Covering His mistakes while making.
Which still fail to shine beside
Natural beauties he artfully set aside.
But God is puzzled all the while
And confused at my lack of smile.
So pleased with Himself He was
While blowing life into this different lass
The project over which He did so much fuss,
That He thought, deserved nothing less than A plus
Taking care to make me unique
Creating patterns was a hard trick.
Thought me picturesque, gazing fondly,
Thought that I’d thank Him profusely
That He’d reply with a modest ‘oh-nothing’
While the grateful creation meaning everything.
But then He had none at hand
To compare His works with on land.
So He doesn’t realize why I’m mad
Really the situation is very sad.
Poor me and poor God.
Maria Rose Dominic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grumble/
