Who dide and made you God

Of beauty unashamed, ugliness never framed, blemishes we attack

To be fair, should we not compare lies white or black 

Clouds roam the sky, but wet rain is dry, hopes denied or fulfilled

Don't let tear drops fly from a jealous eye over milk that is spilled

A disfigured face, comeliness erase, covering charm one can not see

Without alure, vision becomes a blur, golden virtue discarded as debris

Gold rejected, a seed neglected, hidden beneath a boulder

A calcified lie truth will deny in the eye of the blinded beholder