A scarred face


A scarred face
And tattered lips
Sun dyed skin
And weakened eyes
Was she ordinary?

Oh she hoped not!
No not ordinary
Anything but ordinary
She begged
Ugly suited her just fine

Why would she fear ordinary so?
Why prefer negative than on par?
Cause she couldn’t bare being like the rest
She’d preferred bad than go with the horde
If her beauty didn’t set her apart her ugliness did!

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