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The UnUgly Duckling


Its a warm day and I'm near my pond The water is quite quenching So lush, nice and sweet Who needs the others anyway? Notorious masters of deceit They want me to frown, little do they know that NO ONE holds my crown No I am not loud, nor am I too proud They assume this because my skin is brown I don't worry nor do I fret I'm reserved and composed I don't jab back, when they wrinkle their nose Accepting the facts, is their best bet Again, I will not drop a sweat Some in my community have called me the "ugly duckling" Oh such lies, Do I cause madness or am I the new praise? Nothing is something and out is in these days What can I do? The song their singing is so overplayed Night takes day, I'm more tranquil Will they surrender, we will see Yes we will
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