Do you know how ugly I am?
It's the kind of ugliness
which can't be cured
by botox
by implants
suck-this-out insert-this-here
surgery
If you could see how ugly I am
you'd point you finger at me at the mall
and stand there with you mouth open
If you knew
how child-scaring
freak show
ugly
I am
I love my ugliness
I cuddle up with it on dark nights
I paint the canvas with it my ugliness
mix it with in ink
to scrawl poetry
on starbuck napkins
because my ugliness is my muse
this skin you see is not mine
it's a thin coat of mix-it-yourself plaster
carefully painted over
my beautiful
ugliness
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