We Use Photographical Dipiction To Dictate How We Feel About Someone. . But Most Times, Outside Apperances Can't Even Fathom What The Inside Possess. .

She Walks, Feet Shuffling, Wind Rustling Her Hair, Greased Up
Never Beat Up, She Seems Tough, So Her Outer Layer Can Mean Much
Savannah Will Handle Ya For Trespassing In Georgia's Cities. .
She Senses You Don't Belong, Although Her Pocket Cents Is Fifty. .
Sharpest Knife, Inside. . . Outside A Mere Mirage. . Her Face Stuck. .
. . Mean Muggin'. .
Her Hearts Hurt, Blood Runs, Giving Her Organs The Only Sign Of Make Up
She's Teased, But Fights Back With Attacks That Attract Judgment
"She's A Man, Not A Woman !" Her Punching Is Something To Nothin'
She Ends Up Home, Pillow Showered By Tears, Finds An Outlet. .
A Female Rapper ? The Bully Restraints N Parent Complaints Block Talent. .
She Puts Pen To Pad, Writes About What She Wished She Had. .
Good Looks, A Boyfriend, Uncontrollin' Mom N A Dad. . .
Income's Low, So In Comes No Dough. . From The Out Goes Within. .
Everything She Sees She Writes So She Knows Right Where To Begin. .
Looking At The Pictures Of A Figure She Figures Is Her Father. .
He Left Her Momma, With No Green But They Have A Garden He Got Her. .
He Planted It When She Was Borns, Everyday She Waters Seeds. .
Hoping Not Only The Plant But She Grows And Her Prayers Don't Fall On Sleep. .
She Herself Isn't Strong, But She Walks Tall On The Weak. .
Prettiest Ugly ? Presumably Not Sturdy As She Speaks. .
Stutterin Words N Utterin' Slurs In Front Of Peers Every Week. .
She Protrays A Bad Ass, But She Wish She Had Class. .
She Watches Everyone Go Into One Room. . .
. . . Isolation. . . She Wishes She Had Passed. .
If You Get To Know Her, You'd See, She Could Be Intellectual. .
Sticks To Topics Like Gum But With Her Position, She Less Flexible. .
All Everyone Sees, Is Above Questioned Prettiest Ugly. .
She's Used, Abused, Guys Say Touch 'Deez' To Fufill Needs. .
Sad To Watch The Beauty Inside Die Like Flowers Approaching Fall. .
Whore, Slut, Sex Piece. . . All The Writings In The Stalls On The Walls. .
Picture A Girl Once Troubled, Stumbled, Picked Her Self Up For A Call. .
From Someone She Thinks Cares. . . But Only Hears The Dial Tone. .
She's Alone Till Sex Comes, Next Ones Scheduled For Late Evening. .
She Cuts, Scratches, Claws. . No Hurt On The Outside. . So She Tries To Find Feelings. .
Realizes She Lost Them Along With Her. . . Self - Esteem. .
Her Wealth's A Dream N Stealth's Unclean, Pentratable By Any Means. .
Every Tear She Cries, She Hopes Storms Come N Change Fate. .
She Lives In Hell But Sees Bush On Television Sayin' This Lands Great. .
All Talked About Was Like A Cycle, Once Ignored Then Noticed. .
Only Because ONE Eye Had All The Focus. . Late Night Is The Closest. .
She Gets To The Opposite, Composite Looks Meak And Fucked Up. .
But She Only Thinks "Atleast I'm Gettin Attention While Stuck Up. . ."
No One Takes The Time To Recognize. . Or Read Between Her Lines. .
To Realize Her Cries For Relations, She's Not Patient In Waitin' For Time. .
She's The Prettiest Ugly, Getting All The Guys Yet Lacks Any Good Looks
Stealing Mom's Eyeliner And Hooker Boots, Liquar And Grabs Her Books. .
False Information To Mom. . "I'm Going To Study", Fabricating The Story. .
Once Thought To Have Beauty Within But She Begins To Explore Trees. .
So All The Inner Wonderful She Had, Erased In A Thick Fog Of Smoke. .
She Chokes, She's Broke, She Hopes For Ropes To Cope With Folks. .
. . . . Suicide. . . Mom's Cries. . She Tries. . . .
Suicide. . Mom's Died. . Knowing Her Daughter Did Everything She Tried. .


Ok. . This May Be Some Rambling Shit. . But The Story Is Almost Self Explanatory. . Girl Is Ugly To Most, But Has Inner Beauty That People Don't Want To See. . She's Used. . And You See How It Turns Out In The End. . Any Further Explaination. . Ask. . Someone Nominate This For Legends Or Open Mic Of The Month. .

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