Not Beautiful!

NOT BEAUTIFUL!
I am as ugly as sin.
Oh! Only I got a protruberate reddy eyes,
A flat nose that strives all moment to be noticed,
A cursed dry lips and an elephantic ears,
How so is it that I was born not beautiful?
Oh! How I hungrily desire a pretty face.
Surely, I am the ugliest being any have ever seen.

I am not a pretty sight.
Who would see my masculine arms and hands,
And not wonder what dust I was made with?
Or my monstrous looking legs and feets,
And not quickly look away in fright?
Oh! What man can stand this awful sight?
For what cause am I not beautiful?

For what cause am I all flawed?
My smile stinks like bee for it portrays uneven dents,
Oh! My complexion is as dark as the night,
Like the back end of a bus so are my butt-cheeks,
And daily my muffled voice is at it's peak,
Why do I possess a silly short stature?
For what cause was I born not beautiful?

Oh! For what cause am I not beautiful?
Not even any whit of charm was spared for me,
Not a seed of perfection was planted in me,
How so is that I was born not beautiful?
Not even a shade of beauty for men to see,
Not a bit of sheen was sprinkled on me.
Come, tell me! Why was I born flawed?

For what cause am I not beautiful?
That the people likens me to a beast,
That not any desires me in their midst,
That every person places as the least,
That all sees me as a caused being,
That there is none as imperfect as me.
Oh! For what cause am I not perfect?

I am overwhelmed with ridicle and neglect,
I am consumed with a depressed self-respect,
For how long will I dwell in isolation?
For what cause am I not beautiful?
I plea for answers to this soul troubling questions,
Oh Father! Oh Mother! Oh People!
Come give ears and attend to my plight.

Emmanuella O Onuche.
(Blissful Pen, Wordsella)