Take a look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Been through the fire
Been called a liar
Been through the flood
But yet they judge me by my blood
Take a look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Heard the folks talk indeed about me
Don't know why they was ever called a team
But growing up I know I'm a girl whose about achieving her dreams
Take a look into my eyes and tell me what you see
I want you to see the young girl who I grew up to be
I'm tired of getting used and getting tossed
If you can't handle my looks , then get lost !
Take a look into my eyes and tell me what you see
If ugly is what you think I am
Then so be it
Because a ugly girl whose about achieving her dreams
Is who I grew up to be !
Series of clerihews
Funny girl sits
Waiting among broken sticks
Looking for the sign
To crossover into the divine
Funny girl sighs
All the unspoken lies
Seeking out the truth
Evolving as a sleuth
Funny girl cries
As the music dies
Tossing in her sleep
Waking only to weep
Funny girl laughs
On another’s behalf
Grinning without fear
Even through the leers
Funny girl sits
Waiting among broken sticks
Looking for the sign
To crossover into the divine
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