Tuesday, June 10, 2014

U.G.L.Y

U.G.L.Y
U.g.l.y you ain't got no alibi you ugly yea, yea you ugly..
Childhood nursery rhyme said to her so many times
Chanted in her face as she tried with everything not to
Let them see her  weak..
To see a tear run down her cheeks..
So she sat quietly, as they continued to torment her
As the words played over and over in her head..
Then the bell rang and recess was over..
But the day seemed to drag on
And the mean children decided to keep on picking on
Poking at the quiet child in the class
And she took it...

U.g.l.y you ain't got no alibi you ugly yea, yea you ugly
Angry words burst from the mouth of the one you thought
Would always love you
Shelter you
And keep you from harm
But in drunken or toxic induced stupors they forget who you are
And the truth comes out
The feelings they always been feeling
The resent of you breathing
The blame of having to share their last name
With you...
And the fact that when they look at you..
They see them..
The them that left and didn't come back
It's your fault because you're so ugly..

U.g.l.y you ain't go no alibi you ugly yea, yea you ugly
Just to fit in you did things you said you wouldn't
Smoked a little
Drank a little
Even gave it up easy to the first guy that paid you attention
The first time he said you was pretty
Only took a week for him to get the kitty
And then he slanders you name...
Ignores your calls and texts
Leaves dirty viral messages about you..
But seven days ago..
You were his "pretty" boo..
Now look at what he's doing to you...

U.g.l.y you ain't got no alibi you ugly yea, yea you ugly
Tap the needle to get the venom circulating
Tie the rope around your arm to get the pulse
Pulsating
Insert the poison into your blood stream
Just so you can forget everything..
Let the painful events of the night vanish
Just like that man did after he left a couple dollars on the floor
And quickly left through the door
It means nothing..
Even though you try to suppress the dealings
You're overwhelmed by a depressed feeling..
So much you've gone through
No one to talk to..
To listen to you..
So you turn to the only thing you know how to do..

U.g.l.y please lord just let me die
She cried...
"I'm ugly"


Lady R © 2014

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