Flawed For God

is there something about the way i smile
that makes your head spin?
it's something i don't understand
..my teeth aren't white; my lips too thin.

or is it the touch of my hand
that makes you go wild?
my skin isn't soft; my fingers so boney.
i've grown into a bigger child.

the way i talk?
the way i laugh?
is it the way i sound to you?

my damaged hair
brushed against your cheek
you dont seem to mind
that i haven't brushed it for a week

the way my face looks when i cry
so wrinkled up and torn
or maybe it's the clothes i wear
so faded and completely worn

i'm flawed, you see
but you don't care that i'm different from the rest
i dont own a skirt, or wear high heels
i'll never bare my chest

every night before i sleep
i pray i'll wake up pretty
and when i wake, i look the same
because god believes i'm beautiful.