"UGLIFIED"

You complain about my hair

You make me want to swear

or the chubbiness in my cheeks

which somehow gives you the creeps

Then you go on with my nose

as if that isn't close

to insulting my appearance

You won't even waste your chance

After that, the colour of my skin

too dark for you that I need some whitening cream

but I'm not your canvass

God, why won't you give it a rest?

Next, is my extra fat

which you consider really bad

You act like you've earned a PhD

on how to be healthy

They tell me to ignore you

so that's what I do

but hey, you still carry on

even when I've had it; I'm done

Perhaps you think you mean well

but your big, nasty mouth has been my living hell

How do I get you to shut up

without slapping you to stop?

Who are you to judge?

Why do you keep playing God?

Perhaps, I'm not your ideal beauty

but hey, your wicked heart is really, really ugly!

R.

(Jakarta, 26/9/2017 - 6:40 pm)