How could God be so irresponsible? <br />Committing all sorts of mistakes possible <br />While molding me thoughtfully <br />And I non-existent, to direct him properly. <br />Eyes could’ve been wider, <br />Skin softer, lips redder, <br />Everything a shade brighter, <br />Hair of finer texture, <br />On the whole a unique structure. <br />Now it’s all out of proportion <br />Requiring much more attention. <br />When they say, “Pretty you’re looking”, <br />I say thank you and think, “Who are you kidding? ” <br />And scowl at Him for the trouble I’m taking <br />Covering His mistakes while making. <br />Which still fail to shine beside <br />Natural beauties he artfully set aside. <br /> <br />But God is puzzled all the while <br />And confused at my lack of smile. <br />So pleased with Himself He was <br />While blowing life into this different lass <br />The project over which He did so much fuss, <br />That He thought, deserved nothing less than A plus <br />Taking care to make me unique <br />Creating patterns was a hard trick. <br />Thought me picturesque, gazing fondly, <br />Thought that I’d thank Him profusely <br />That He’d reply with a modest ‘oh-nothing’ <br />While the grateful creation meaning everything. <br /> <br />But then He had none at hand <br />To compare His works with on land. <br />So He doesn’t realize why I’m mad <br />Really the situation is very sad. <br />Poor me and poor God.<br /><br />Maria Rose Dominic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grumble/
