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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