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Truly beauty


 

To the little girl on the side of the street

To the man that only has one more day

Beneath the ugliness of all kinds is is a pearl

 

Please see me standing here

I was forced to take that beer

Do not blame me for what's happened.


 

Just because I don’t wear make-up, am I not beautiful

Don’t give me a job in cubical                                    

Just because I have done wrong, do I not deserve love

Don’t hit or shove me.

 

I don’t read the bible, but he’s still there

God loves even the rebels

I get to class after the bell becuase we running water

and so I do my not to smell, but the kids still make fun of me

so now I'm just a shell.

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rantqueen

I don't write poems I write songs, and convert them to poems.

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