Really was it true? I asked
Its just like a dream,
But the thrill of joy wouldn’t leave me.
Never did I call myself that,
But deep down I was happy,
Such joy I couldn’t explain.
Papa abused me like I was never his own,
The society mocked me,
Gradually I felt like an outcast.
Even my friends weren’t proud of me,
I was afraid of what I was,
Why me? Yes, why me?
A curse so they say,
We must make sacrifices for her,
She isn’t truly one of our own.
We never prayed for such a gift,
Its an abomination,
I was the nemesis of the town.
Far from the gods and useless sacrifices,
None had listened to my prayers,
Neither were my tears enough to heed to.
Why was I created differently?
Of what sin did I commit in my previous life?
I never deserved this cruel fate.
Perhaps I will find my rest,
Little do I know it lies with me,
Not so far away from my grasp.
Hideous of myself,
I tried to hide,
Slowly she gripped me and smiled
“You are beautiful”
Suddenly I tears dropped down my eyes,
Were those words true?
I never had the courage to believe.
After dressing my wounds and sores,
I looked amazed at what I saw,
Indeed I was beautiful.
Keep those words close to heart,
You are beautiful just as you are,
You just have to start believing that.
Papa wasn’t right
Mama was indeed wrong,
I was just a little special.
For judging my outward looks,
I was perfect just as I am,
They never saw the “beauty within me”
Be beautiful within,
and you will be beautiful without,
My memoirs of the heart will I keep.