Creative Work


Misty L. Butler

Deliberately, you look at me
and don’t like what you see.
You analyze and criticize
and judge how I should be.
You patronize my shape, my size—
I’m not the look you idolize.
Loudly, you critique my size;
your words turn crude, obscene.
I hide in clothes too loose, too large.
I grip my books across my heart.
You rate my every body part.
I pray to be unseen.

I pray to be unseen.
I ask, “God, why did you make me?”
You point, you leer, berate, demean.
I pray to be unseen.

I see the peers who win your smiles,
their grown-up looks and trendy styles,
tight-fitting clothes and legs for miles,
and know that won’t be me.
I pretend I’m made of brick and stone,
that your words are heard by you alone.
Yet, I feel worth nothing and on my own
and wish I wasn’t me.
I’ll escape into my room tonight;
I’ll slam the door, and locked inside,
I’ll stare into the mirror and cry;
and pray to be unseen.

I pray to be unseen.
I ask, “God, why did you make me?”
Someone please tell me I matter indeed.
I pray to be unseen.


Therefore encourage one another and build each other up.
1 Thessalonians 5:11a (NIV)

PRAYER: God, help us to see everyone as worthy. Help us not to judge based on appearance or popularity. Give us grace to treat each person as if we were encountering Jesus himself. Amen.

—from devozine (March/April 2016). Copyright © 2016 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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