I'm Not Broken

Some people look at me and snicker,
Some point at me and laugh,
Yet others turn and look embarrassed.
They look amazed when I do all they do.
That I run and laugh and play.

Because I am not exactly like them,
Somehow they think there is something wrong,
With hands and feet not like theirs.
And because of that I am different, strange,
BROKEN.

Well I am here to tell you I am not broken.
There is nothing wrong with me,
I work just fine thank you
As God created me.