Accept Me As I Am (Revised) Poem by Primrose Torrente

Behind this imperfection,
there would still be satisfaction.
One real glance on the inside,
you'll see the splendorous strive.

Useless in the beginning,
but useful at the ending.
Judged for being lousy,
and the word has come to an eddy.

Accept me as I am,
imperfect and dumb.
What can I do,
for they say this is true?

With God and His hands,
I can make the great stand.
Accept me with the fact to use,
I'm not an obtuse.