Am I a mistake?
For being here
Am I a mistake?
For the way I look
Am I a mistake?
For the things I do
Am I really a mistake?
I didn’t choose the way I am
I didn’t choose the place I am
Neither did I choose my race,
My country or my age
Am I still a mistake?
I am not a mistake
By what I am or where I am
I am a mistake
When I choose not to do
What I could do
Or try to do what I should do
Or make the best of what I am
I am not a mistake!
Because there’s some thing God needs done
That requires my existence.
AM I STILL A MISTAKE?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem