These bags under my eyes don't go away.
Even if I don't feel so bad.
When I smile,
sometimes they are worse then.

But I smile.
Regardless of those bags.

Sister I don't know you particularly
but I see you
hear you.

I sure understand that feeling of always ugly
because of what's on your plate
on your mind
under your conscious.

But as they say
"beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Spattered with obscenities of this earth,
the mud can't block your light.
Honest. Sincere.

Wipe the mud from your sharpest eyes
and see that your smile owns those bags.

Ugly is just a word and bags can only ever be bags.