It doesn't really bother me
That I can't knit or sew really well--
The hems just come undone.
Or trill my Rs in Spanish.
My legs are so great and I don't run real fast.
I can't grow my fingernails out--
I'm much too nervous.
I'm all these things I have fault.
But:
I can laugh aloud, as loud as I want!
Feel the sunshine on my face and hair.
Think free thoughts,
Be a mystery,
And write cheezy poems. (Obviously.)