There is a ragging sea inside of you. A lack of confidence in your incoming tides While Bitter waters drench and wash over you. It seems you always cry salts of pride While hiding beauty wells deep inside. Sometimes it’s hard to relate, when my feet are normal Not bolted, nor held with screws and plate. It’s a shame how others stare at your limp How brothers can tease, say you walk like a pimp. Over time I’ll tell you, I hardly even notice Cause to me your not handicap, but a blooming black lotus. Its true you’re different in every kind of way Cause you aren’t big ***** girl like flashy Beyonce. I said that just to make you laugh. Cause I rarely see a smile. For you they don’t arrive day by day, But come more or less mile by mile. Ironically its Thursday night and here we are again Watching America’s Extreme Makeovers. That same girl So tiny, fragile, and thin That same guy Who wants to be G, get rid of his booty cheek chin. There it is, That question sticking on your tongue like a hard land mine I stopped counting now, so this must be the twentieth time. You question “What do I need to do to be beautiful?” And just like those mines in that dreadful world war They only lacerate, burn and scar When I answer, You already are. So here I am again a friend wanting to help Yet wavering what to do Alas I turn to the Wishmaster, knowing allthe harm he could do He grants me three wishes, but I only need one I wish for you see. For him to take away my sight and give you my eyes. So you can finally see your kaleidoscope, All your colors and beauty inside.