There is a girl called Southern Ugly,
She often faces the mirror- Believing
that the reflection must be oneself.
But a woman’s essence
Lives in the light, not in our eyes.
Mother Mary, dressed in blue-
Your daughter sees her face, knowing
That she is not first to be saved for Heaven.
We come second to God
(Though Man did not refuse the apple).
Mother said, “You are a southern belle,
Just baptized in the bayou.
Virgin in the water,
The depths of the swamp do not foster
Power nor Fortune
But your birth, the prayer of the Moon.
And like a cypress knee
That has not yet broken the surface,
You’re hidden in wisdom unknown."