(Ode to a Cockroach)
I am a little thing,
I am dark and ugly;
I live in dirty mud,
Humans do not like me.
It was just last week when
I heard a young girl say,
"This tiny one scares me."
But God made me that way.
I am ugly and they,
Could have just hated me.
But am I so dirty,
That they are scared of me?
Am I pain or a sin?
A monster's invasion?
Or am I death? I am
Only a God's creation.
Why do I scare humans?
I'm a small fellow who
Cannot harm them at all,
Even if he wants to.
But then sometimes I think-
They are blind not to see
That I am beautiful-
For God has created me.
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