Wish List: Poem by Hannah Shier

I wish I was different.
I wish I had the mind of Einstein.
I wish I had the social skills of my sisters.
I wish I had the body of Angelina Jolie.
I wish I had the voice of India Arie.
I wish I had the temper of Mother Theresa.
I wish I had the maturity of someone older than ten years.
I wish I had the humor of Gabriel Iglesias.
I wish I had the feet of a fairy.
I wish I had the face of someone else.
I wish I had the manners of a Queen.
I wish I had the heart of the Son of the Big Man Himself:
and yet, I'm happy this way,
with my:
-silly mind
-my awkward conversations
-my pudgy stomach
-my voice that could curdle milk
-my temperment of a person that could rival Attila the Hun
-my actions that resemble that of an eight year old and could try a saint
-my funny-to-only-myself-and-my-mom humor
-my overly large feet that should never be taken out of their shoes - God forbid their smell
-my face that only a mother could love and that resembles too much of my brother's
-my manners that are on par with that of a pig's
-my heart that wants to give but yet remains hardened and selfish by myself and the things of this world:
all because I was made and created this way.
God made me this way:
I was made in God's image and liking
and that's all that truly matters.