Lovely Girl
A girl steps forward into the room I look up from my seat To see an unattractive face A scrawny body, and large feet. Her hair is dull and an awful brown Tied up in a thick, knotted bunch. And as she begins to walk nearer She does so with a hunch. Her chest has a very shallow slope Hidden under a shirt that is not her size And pants that pool around her ankles Because her hips are far to wide. She takes the seat next to me And I can get a closer look At her long, crooked, British nose That curls up in a hook. Her eyebrows are bushy and do not match Her nails are bitten, red and raw And to see her shift uncomfortably Made me need to suppress a guffaw. Pretty girls look back and giggle. I turn, with ugly things to say But stop, when I find her eyes Looking through me, deep and gray. And then in an almost angelic voice She speaks finally: "Your outer shells are beautiful, But not as fine as me. You harbor ugly hatred But I-I do not. What makes you lovely is not on your skin, But what is in your heart."
Blueberry_Jam_Hinata · Tue May 27, 2008 @ 10:46pm · 0 Comments |