Masterpiece

Hear -

Can you hear it? Their thoughts of judgement as I walked through that door? Same ones I hear when I walk across this floor. I don't want to hear them anymore. I beg of you no more!

See -

Do you see them staring with so much disgust? It makes me feel so ugly, so this I must. My face so stiff from makeup as thick as day old crust. I am no masterpiece, in this I trust.

Smell -

Do you see the turned up noses at the sight of my hair. They sniff at it just because it's different than theirs. Why is this even of something they would care. Why is kindness something not shared.

Taste -

Older woman: I can see and hear everything you do. I use to accept it the same as you do too. Let me bring to light some of their truth. It puts a bad taste in their mouths, the sight of people like me and you.

Touch -

You see, if you do not look like them you are not that of the creator. You are just some type of freak of nature. What they fail to realize is that you, I, and them are all touched by one. He who has sent his only begotten son.

God makes no mistakes, so don't be mistaken. You are his masterpiece, for you have not been forsaken.

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