Whimsical poem about a child's own acceptance of self

Being Me


I don't like me very much
On me everything's the same
I wish that God would touch
My heart that always feels so lame!

But my mom says that I'm unique
That God made us different one and all
I guess I'd look funny if I was petite
For with little feet I'd surely fall!


Brown skin, brown eyes, brown hair,
So ordinarily tall
I wish that I was fair,
And that he'd made me small!



Perhaps there's a reason that I'm this way
That no one looks exactly like me
For I am different I must say
But you be you and I'll be me!