I know that I'm ugly
But the most I can say
Is that I don't care
About appearance anyway

Even though that
Is a bold-faced lie
You try proving
Otherwise

I was making dinner
Just the other night
My little girl, my all
My WORLD
Asked me,"Momma, am I ugly?"
I stopped,
Dead in my tracks
****, grilled onions and peppers
To hell with fried okra
Let them burn in butter
I say,"What on earth, would make you think such a thing?"
She,
My Stella, my all,
Replies," My friend, said I am ugly.
She said my scars are funny."
My heart, STOPPED
What does a mother say?
I was at a loss,
My face, drained of blood
Ugly?
My Stella?
She was sick,
At birth
Yes, she has her scars,
Yes, she's abnormally small
But I think,
She's the most beautiful
Of ALL,
I knelt,
Got on my knees
I looked in her beautiful,
Sky coloured eyes
And I said,
"Stella, you, are beautiful.
In all my life, never, have I seen a more beautiful little girl. Your scars, well, those are Gods love marks. Like lipstick kisses. And they make you special."

Blood pours, it hurts my eyes
In the darkness, I cannot see
It burns the fear, but anger remains
Takes hold, I cannot control
I see your face, it's blurred red
The smell, that sweet sick smell
Of metal and tears and pain
I want to cry, but the anger I feel
Grows bigger, the darkness forms
Your heart, it's poison buried deep
Twisted and insecure, ugly inside and out
If you could love, I'd try to understand
But you will always be afraid
You'll never be me, you'll never win
And neither will I, if I feel anger
My soul forever scarred, like my dreams
Thank you for showing me, how not to be.

There was a small frog
Splayed out on a zoo log
Its name was something-dog

I think it was dead
It didn't move its head
Nor blink its eyes instead

It was kinda cute
Though in death it was mute
So a picture of it I did shoot

A girl my age shoved past
Looked into the foggy zoo glass
To see the amphibious class

She called it lazy
Said the frog was **** ugly
Then left to see cuter things

Dead or simply asleep
Cute or a slimy creep
Who thought about frogs so deep?

Be it in the sea or on land my duty is
                         the preservation of life
Be you woman man or child,
it doesn't matter if your ugly or fit
but remember this before you leave.
                                   "BRUSH YOUR TEETH,
Its a major gag reflex condition you
don't want my chunks in your mouth.

When I give you the kiss of life don't use
tongue, I have a wife who would  divorce
me quicker than you  know...
                  My job is to look good and to
always looked tanned with a smile.

*"Please don't drown, as the sea water leaves
patches on my skin fading my fake tan,

Abandoned
Ugly
Hurt
Like I don't matter
Useless
Invisible
Like I don't belong
Not worthy of love

The fat friend
The ugly sister
The dumb classmate
The second choice
That depressed girl
The hated child
The *****
The ugly duckling
The girl that will
never be good enough..

I wish I was an ugly octopus
I am sure life would be an epiphany
With ate or more helping hands
My tongue could live between the valleys grand
The forests would be rainy and wet
My torques lapping up raindrops as sweet honey dew
The twin peaks ***** over clouds so high
Why from above I am sure I would hear a sigh
For in the jungle down so deep
Lives the octopus who desires and weeps
Love decides who escapes and who he keeps

From the mirror
Start my day in living fear

From a tear
I live the horror

Beauty is never near
The rose is but a scent

Never held close to breast
My mask covers all fears in my chest

I feel natures embrace in botanical gardens of grace
I smile when I see a babies face

Yet here I am ugly as ever
For the kiss I desire seems to be coming never.

Ugliness was the life of me
My grave stone now, as pretty as can be