I huff and puff

I brew and burn

It hurts

The neglect

The rejection

Was I not the sun of the day?

Or the moon at night?

Maybe adequately the stars of the night

The truth is, beauty I owned

Then I harboured hatred

I clothed dishonesty

Birth wickedness

Promoted fakeness

Employed disunity

Dwelled in corruption

I became ugly

How did I get so sour?

Should I kill myself?

Maybe better still go exile

I am so unwanted

Change they say begins with me

But I am so ugly

How do I start?

The time is now!

Stand up and change

“Beauty comes from within”, He told me

Maybe I can be ‘beautyful’ again

In hope, I rise.


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