My eyes are openly placed for closing lids on judgment
That nose that's sitting beneath sight will sit and breathe rather than smell the vowels of the ground
There's a mouth underneath holes that strives to be a crooked beacon of light
My tongue hides only to surprise them with I've been there before
Necks turn and I'm training mine for good
Sometimes arms bend and break catching the fall yet strong and firm around many is what matters most of all
Hands for leading and waving things like don't give up, tie your shoes and you'll understand soon
My fingers are learning to braid trust and grip pillows fighting to keep the fun
Legs are funny because they hurt but know to keep walking towards finding ways to help
My toes curl to help keep my firmness in what's right rather than a stiffness of hatred
I am different limbs, parts, and senses
I am a walking life full of repeated mistakes
I am someone who can hurt
I am scared of the toaster popping
But most of all
I am placed here
I am placed here  adding up to be someone
who can make this world
I am placed here adding up to be someone who can make this world, with different walking lives who make repeated mistakes,
A better place 

A more perfect place to make mistakes