Please, Please,

Do not look at the bareness of my skin.

My wrinkled, sloppy complexion.

My boomerang-shaped head.


It’s bad enough!

They already see my kind as cankered…

Ugly, With the devils’ eyes.

Sadly, I cannot help but accept the fact,

For it is true.


Who am I compared to her?!?!

Her eyes,

Shiny obsidian stones lying on desert sand.

Mine? Dagger slashes of agony.


Her elegant heart-shaped head,

Her Marilyn Monroe Figure,

Her long boa of a tail.

That shiny black coat.

She has everything I can never have.


Why? Lord, Why!?!

Create me in such an image?

I am the one drenched with intolerant stares!

I am the one tossed outside during the chill of a storm!

While she receives hugs, kisses, attention.

All I crave is to be adored!


I am that girl who sits alone.

I am that boy who only changes, When the locker room is empty.

I am that anorexic who dreams of that perfect body.

I am Pecola wishing for my blue eyes.


I’m the unwanted Sphinx,

Left in the shelter.

Watching as the beautiful Bombay,

Leaves to her new home.

Watching as they pass me with disgust in their eyes.


I hear how beauty is pain,Or how much it hurts.
Well,Try Being ugly for once...