God I AM BEAUTIFUL,
You make no junk, my junkyard is mine.
Lord you took a pause after making this,
You smiled and kissed still lifeless me,
You then breathed life into me then a doll,
I believe you when you say you knew me before I was,
You knew me before I knew me,
Before you I never was,
But before you I ever was in plain sight before you.
You called my dust into existence,
I am fine; from fine dust you made this fine,
You made beauty out of dirt.
The mirror spits back at me sometimes,
Sometimes I delete a thousand pics only to pick one for Instagram,
At most it feels like I am not enough as if I owe them beauty,
I turn myself into a beast to be beautiful,
Beauty and the beast in one sometimes because of a need to please their lenses cynical
But you Lord, you take me as I am- beautiful,
My dust did not make you sneeze when you gathered me I am beautiful,
In my soiled nature you mentioned beauty full me,
And you love me as I am, and I know your eye cannot fool me
Remind me of my beauty Lord when times are ugly,
Breathe more life into me as before; when to some I stink please do hug me,
Beautiful I am God; you take me as I am,
You see what I can be, a reflection of beautiful you.