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.
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.