Ugly




When you call me ugly
I can see the ugliness in your eyes;
I can feel that drastic pride
filled in your miniature size.

Your words like poisoned daggers
dig the deepest layers of my soul
swallow the little confidence I have
and let my heart burn on coal.

I am tired of your cruel judgments ,
tired of the way you sketch my character-
by the way I walk and by the way I talk;
And the way you look at me with the prying eyes of a hawk.

Again when you call me ugly
do tell compared to what?
your devilishly beautiful face?
Oh please! not your stinking heart.

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