Just Creator Things

The Spider Is Beautiful (poem)

Spiders are beautiful, and they're also a survivalist.

Their such wonderful and glorious beings. Despite their sizes, differences and qualities. They are still spiders. They are made for this planet.

Still grossed out? Okay, here me out.

The spider has eight eyes, eight legs and a butt full of webs.

They get judged upon so quickly and so rudely through out their hole life. But they still live on, and still produce on.

With all the qualities they have or don't have. They still strut on like they own the bathroom you just ran out of.

Now. Think of spiders like us; no not physically but think.

With the two eyes, arms, legs, etc. That everyone in our species have/are supposed to have. Aren't we all the same?

Spiders have diversity and so do we. From the hair on our heads, to the ten toes on our feet. But we are still the same.

But the spider is still judged upon, despite the similarities. Hated upon even.

Now think of yourself. Your exact physical being in your mind. From the hair on your head to the toes on your feet.

You are beautiful.

You are a survivalist.

You we're put on this planet for a reason. With all the qualities you do or don't have. Just like everyone else.

Yet we are all judged for our appearances and qualities. Even hated upon. Though should it all matter?

The spider is a beautiful survivalist. Meant to be on this planet and meant to stay on this planet.

So couldn't you say the same for yourself?