Damaged goods

Some of us came here rough. We don't have dulcet tones singing in our brains as we go. We fight for everything and our scars are shiny and tight.
We're in whipshape because we have to be, but we're a little too quick to go for the sword, too. We're the beautiful, dangerous ones -- the ones who require more forbearance and for all of that, can show you worlds you've never thought to dream of.
Are we better? No.
Are we more lovable? Hardly.
But we're a barrel of laughs, a snootful of adventure and despite the scars and the ticks, we have the biggest, truest hearts of all. We're the outliers: quick, exploratory, childlike, generous, impetuous, funny. We're beautiful, deadly, awesome creatures and once we love you, we'll protect you from death and harm. We'll keep you warm. We'll feed you and make you feel loved.
We burn a little hotter and we cut a little closer. For all the good it does us, we care a little more. So maybe we deserve love, or at least consideration. You could do worse than us.
It's up to you to decide if we're worth it. Some do and some do not. That is the way with us.
To apologize for who we are would be a denial of our gifts and birthright. It would insult God and shame our mothers and fathers.
We are who we are and who we are is complex and beautiful.
And we are here to serve. Always.