Diamonds in the Rough

I see the girls being picked on,

the girls who are called ugly, fat, and just downright hidious.

I see them, as diamonds in the rough,

girls who even though hey have a bit of extra weight,

or acne on their face, as girls of perfection and grace.

For the girls and boys who torment them only polish their imperfections and make them tougher than diamonds,

making them, pure strength.

Strength to fight on and shine brighter than the sun!

I have become one of those girls,

A diamond, in the rough.

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