A poem

Something to remember if you suffer from negative self talk

-the perspective of the world’s greatest artist

Do you think nature gave life to you

and then sat fretting that her fruit wasn’t perfect?

It doesn’t work like that.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Mother held each ripening imperfection

blessing her harvest,

clear on how worth works.

How foolish that you try

to critique the work of a god.

She knew exactly what she was doing.