Divine Discontent
By: Anonymous
Eyes that glare into an ugly relfection
Imperfections too plentiful to disguise
Try to flee from the sight of my complextion
Too ashamed to set foot in her presence
I run to the comfort of my own shell
Absorbing the heat from feeling so tense
I fixate on every inch of "the hell"
Pondering a cure to this mad cursed sore
The thoughts of exclusion flood my head
But suddenly a knock on the door
Brings a beautiful lady to my bed
Her eyes glowing with penetrating vision
See not the skin but the person within
