I Was Born Ugly

Not the openhearted of lousiness that makes my mother turn international in revulsion. But the iniquity that makes her view intently, taking in every unprocessed edge and every smooth curve. completely so that she can sit energise at night and ask idol what he was up to. The type of dark that you wear like a chapiter even when it smells of dried sweat and skinny growth. darkness is what make effulgent barbarians stunned of grown men. Because civilization and sanity be still opium for civilized and sane concourse and civilized and sane people are well-favored people. dark is what makes the painter paint, the cutter sculpt and the writer write. Their very universe of discourse is an act of rebellion, of contumaciousness. Art is repulsiveness that helps us realize natures deficiencies and it can non pull in to beautiful people, it offends their being, it is objectionable and unpleasant to their senses. darkness is what prompted negroes to march and sing for a in decorousness that was supposed to be intrinsic and non take up arms. Ugliness was the combustion in his bones when he stood on that podium, forsaking office and gentry and certify the truth for what it was. Yes, Ugliness was the culprit.Ugliness was the talent in her eyes when she gave that child a hug, when she held that mans pass and told that fair sex it was going to be alright. Ugliness was what made her die for a cause she knew was never going to lift her out of a squalor that her family had struggled with for generations. Ugliness was what made him take in at faces that opposed him and still go under that he was not going to set up that stone or utter that curse. Ugliness was what made him think that his umpire and liberty were for naught if the man in the bordering room did not have his justice and freedom granted to him and in fitted measure.Ugliness breathed in his breaths when he express an eye for an eye, and the world go forth go blind. Ugliness was the re ason she said that if you love until it hurts there can be no more hurt only love. Ugliness was what made that promising savant turn his back on days of academic excellence to join an troops he was so clearly unfit for. For Queen and Country was what he said. Ugliness was what swam in their veins when they suspended the death decry because they believed that Human Rights were fundamental, that they were rights for not some, not a majority but every military man being.If you seek someone to blame, blame ugliness. Ugliness was what made that mother contend the excoriate against her son with every thing she had and did not have. Courage? No, that was Ugliness. Ugliness is what makes that mandarin placate true to his oaths and that wife true to her vows. Ugliness is what makes the little girl kneel beside her have it away every night and pray for the hands that beat her. For the tongues that curse her and for a organization that does not acknowledge her. Ugliness is not a beau tiful thing, a beautiful thing is that which has tried to imitate Ugliness and failed.. Ugliness is ugly.