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Ugly

When I was born my mamma said:
look at my son, isn't he beautiful?
Well, dear mamma, you always were the best,
but life is so funny, look at me now: I'm ugly.

Look at me: I'm ugly.

When I was a child they used to say:
look at that kid, isn't he clever and smart?
Well, what they really wanted to say was:
man, he is so ugly!

Look at me: I'm ugly.

When I was a teen, well, teens are so cruel...
And they never hesitated to tell me truth.
Well, at least, they said what they thought.
I'm ugly.

Look at me: I'm ugly.

The more I grew up, the uglier I became,
and there's no plastic surgery
to change the truth about me:
i'm ugly.

Look at me: I'm ugly.

You may want to comfort me
by telling me I have my own kind of beauty.
Well, being exotic doesn't mean being beautiful.
I'm ugly.

Look at me: I'm ugly.

Now, I'm here, with my body, and my face,
and all my imperfections I can't change.
And there's nothing to hide...
That's how I am: ugly.

Look at me: I'm ugly.

Awareness is a gift, not self-criticism.
You may say I'm a dreamer,
but maybe I'm not the only one,
I know.


(Júlio B.)
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