Phonominally Me

PRETTY PEOPLE TRY TO COME AND PUT ME DOWN

THEY LAUGH AND PICK BECAUSE THEY THRIVE OFF MY FROWN



THEY CANT HELP BUT WONDER WHY GOD BLESSES ME

THEY TRY TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD BY SAYING IM NOTHING



IT'S NOT SUPPOSTO HURT BUT SOMETIMES IT KILLS

MY HEART STARTS TO ACHE AND IT'S ONLY PAIN THAT I FEEL



THE WORST THING I CAN DO IS LET THEM SEE ME DOWN

THEN THEY HAVE ONE AND ALL MY WEEKNESSES ARE FOUND



SOMETIMES THEY EVEN WONDER WHY IM ALLOWED TO BE LOVED

TO THEM IM SKINNY,BEAUTYFUL,NOPE NONE OF THE ABOVE



I WISH I COULD MAKE THEM END THIR FOOLISH LITTLE GAMES

CALLING ME THIS AND THAT ALL SORTS OF PEIRCEING NAMES



I START TO COME TO SORTS WITH MYSELF AND NOW I REALLY KNOW

IT ISNT MY HAIR OR MY CLOTH IT ISNT THE FUNNY CURVE OF MY NOSE



IT ISNT THE THE GRACEFUL SHAPE OF MY FEET

BUT IT IS ME PHONOMINALLY JUST ME!

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Nov. 11, 2005

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