could never be your trophy
don't have the gleam
or self esteem
not graceful or sugar sweet
nor anything between
i'm a tad bit more extreme
but isn't that what you like about me

bless her heart they say
roll their eyes as they walk away
giggling about my brutish ways
seconds ago smiles graced
each rosy delicate face
all the image of beauty and grace
man am i out of place