I saw a poem on my friend's desktop background on his laptop, and took a screenshot of it because I thought it was cool. In fact, it was a poem.
Does anybody know who wrote it, or where it is from?
Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God,
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span
I would be measured by the soul,
The mind's the standard of the man.
Since the poem begins with 'tis instead of it's, then I guess it was written during (correct me if I am wrong) the 18-19th century. It also appears to be very heartfelt and written by someone who might look a little different, perhaps of a different race? Does anyone recognise this poem? Is it in any way familiar?