Ugly?
That's just a word. Daddy says I'm very pretty. Mommy says it too. So I know it must be true.
Ugly?
My brother says that I must be it. Mommy says he's just being mean. The boys at school say it too. Daddy says they just like me.
Ugly?
I know I'm not the prettiest. Mom says that's a lie. But it must be true. Everyone at school says it.
Ugly?
It's just because I don't dress the way they do. I don't see a need to. I know I'm not as pretty as those girls. But that's okay. Mommy says I'm pretty in my own way.
Ugly?
Everyone back in middle school was ugly. It wasn't just me. I shudder to think that I ma ever be that way again. Dad says it's no big deal, it's just a phase.
Ugly?
The girls at the school call me that. It's because I don't wear make up. Or the clothes that they do. Mom says I don't need it. Dad says I have more respect than that.
Ugly?
My boyfriend called me that today. My family says he's lying. But what do they know?
Ugly?
Yeah I'm ugly. Inside and out. I was raped today because I'm too ugly to attract anyone else's attention. The judge said it was my fault. It must be bad Karma.
Ugly?
I've never been pretty. Everyone has always said that. I was told that I ought to kill myself. Rid the world of the pest I've been.
Ugly?
Not anymore. I'm a masterpiece. I'm what they created me to be. The rope around my neck took me away from the ugliness. Now no one can complain anymore.
I'm not Ugly.
Not anymore.
