Horribly Beautiful

 

 

nine years old

they would constantly scold

me as I tried to look in

the mirror

always on the run

their words fired like a gun

I could never see my self clearer

So I became use

to all the abuse

I knew it would never stop

I stood as long as I could

and I began to feel so good

I looked back at me and

 spun like a top

A slap upside the head

A kick to the groin

I couldn't even go lie in bed

as my shoulder and arm

would try to join

The days I prayed

The nights I strayed

my mind took me somewhere wonderful

For years I was beaten

my soul drastically eaten

But I knew I was horribly beautiful

The older I got

my emotions were hot

I could never forget that hell

It's been such a difficult life

with more riches only bringing more strife

time tells me I should be well

Horribly Beautiful

that's how I still am

it hurts to call a woman "ma'am"

I've been like a child

in the wild

conditioned and styled

Smiling because it's dutiful

My pain will never be over

from 9 to adult wrapped me in a

four-leaf clover

And I will forever be

Horribly Beautiful