Not A Pretty Girl

If you can listen

Just listen to me for a while.

I am a girl

And yes, I am not pretty

But, does that give you the right to make fun of me?

Yes, I don’t have a pretty smile.

But, does that give you the right to laugh at me?

Yes, I don’t have pretty eyes.

That doesn’t become the reason for me to be looked upon with disgust.

Yes’ I’m not as tall as you.

But that doesn’t make my head go down.

I’m not as thin as paper, yes I’m not zero figure.

But I have a body and a soul I own.

Yes’ I can’t express myself like you.

But that doesn’t give you the right to suppress me.

Yes’ I can’t talk like you.

But that is not the reason to resist my speech.

Yes, I won’t be quiet.

My work will do, my words will speak for me.

Yes, I might not be pretty.

But inside, I’m beautiful.

As beautiful as the morning sky.

As beautiful as the vast seas.

Yes, I’m not at all pretty.

Does that trouble you?

In fact, I’m an ugly girl.

and I’m proud of it.

I’m ugly because I’m not like you.

I’m ugly because I can’t be you.

I’m ugly because I am me.

A girl who is confused

Who is lost

Who is meek.

I’m ugly because I’m not pretty.

Yes, I’m a girl.

And yes, I’m not pretty.

And yes, I’m proud of it.

Does that trouble you, anyway?