Hand Crafted

If we are made in his image
Why is it we're all flawed
Did he keep the best bit to himself
And is he self absorbed.

It doesn't really matter,
For I think he did alright,
Some of us are judges and healers,
And others born to fight.

I think we do not have a destiny,
I believe we have a choice.
You can cower silently in a corner,
Or let people hear your voice.

Some of us are clumsy,
We can show the scars as proof.
Some are simply graceful
And they glide across the room.

Some are missing or have an extra rib!
And I find this really odd !
But you gotta laugh most at men
For he gave us all a k£@b

None of us are perfect
But that's the beauty that is man
And I think we're pretty special
For we were first crafted by hand