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.