I am not blessed with physical beauty
What reigns inside me is insecurity
I do things in mediocrity
I have no wit but asininity
I live in anonymity
I cannot figure out my identity
I am not aware of the best in me
All I know are my weaknesses
Or do I know them truthfully
I lack my sense of being
I know not my talents
I don't know me

God, I don't mean to insult your creation
Neither do I want to despise my condition
If I sound like fretting about my situation
Allow me to understand and comprehend
Why I am me and not somebody else
Let me realize and recognize
What gifts you have given me
To use and enhance for your glory

By: Chel Calara

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