They never call me pretty
they look at brown skin
see slowly forming double chin
and I know everyone sees what i do
but still I wonder
they never call me pretty
don't they see the way my smile
covers up the dark scars on 
hearts that have never felt love
and bodies used to stares
by everyone that dared to lay their 
eyes on the weird looking girl, 
and I wonder
how people cannot see the beauty
that is in the kindness of every
gaze I bestow upon them
every "I love you" that escapes my lips
why can't I be appreciated too
they never call me pretty
and I don't want them too