The world that I'm in
Is twisted and tweaked,
Where people aren't people
They're 'monsters' and 'freaks'.
Their eyes buldge out
Or they're sunken in,
There's people who's waists
Are the size of a pin.
There's elephant men
And gator girls,
And people who look
Like chipmunks and squirrels.
Some are bow-legged
And some are knock-kneed,
And some like their clothes
Made only of bees.
There's monkey boys
And bald women, too,
And three-legged kids
With only one shoe.
Siamese twins
Who're joined at the head,
And people who sleep
With bugs in their bed
People with toes
On their hands, not their feet,
And people with
Seventeen rows of teeth.
There's peole who look
Like their dog or their cat,
And people who's bodies
Can fit in their hat.
Yet these people who's
'Flaws' are plain to see,
Have at least one thing
In common with me.
We're bound together
With a single cord,
We love our true
infalliable Lord.
So I will overlook their 'flaws'
And see the good within,
See that they are pure and white
Forgiven of their sin.
-HTC
This poem is about all the people who are mocked and shunned...it's also about how God loves them, even though no one else will. No matter what everyone else thinks, God still sees everyone for who they really are and still loves them unconditionally.