Looks are a Lottery

Skin, smooth and tan, a glow

That the sun envy’s and the skies adore

A look so divine that I’ll never know

Curly hair delicately intertwined

Displayed with such elegance, a goal of mine

To be able to flaunt with confidence

And pride in my beauty, to be noticed

And treated like a goddess, endlessly


My reflection is disappointing, well,

Drowning in dissatisfaction I plea

To be freed from this unattractive shell

But life’s not fair-- looks are a lottery


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