My hair, it curls,
quite annoying,
I hate it,
but you , you tell, me I look beautiful,
so I let it stay curly
for a while,
my eyes,
they are the brown green,
of sewage,
I hate them,
but you, you tell me you can fall into them,
so I don't mind them so much anymore.
My hands,
are rough,
I live on a farm
what did you expect?
but you hold them willingly,
I don't thinkI'll ever get it.
I am a wreck,
a hideous little wreck of a person,
I wasn't always this way
but you didn't know me then.
yet you look at me and see something,
an dI thank you for it,
even If I don't understand it,
I like it all the same,
thank you.

01/02/2002

Posted on 01/02/2002
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