The Ugly Too Are Human Poem by Tony Adah

I am derided
A wretch without any nature's
Duty to perform,
I must have been created
When God was tired or so
Or I was made when his hands
Suffered some spasm
And that's why I am cheap as spam
Let no one be deceived
The hand of God does no
Perfunctory job for we are united
In a soul self same in you as in me
Every madman is sane sometimes
As every sane man is mad
We may miss our limbs and
As cripples be or our ears as deaf
Men be or our eyes as blind men be
Or our feelings may shred
Or someone snide on our state
Lo, our souls band only stretches
And returns intact
And for a soul
I am told is all bliss and bliss
Than riches.