I Can'T Be Pretty Poem by Azure Critic

Why do U ask me to be pretty
otherwise U won't love me?

I was born into the wrinkles of a forehead
I can't be pretty.
I am squeezed
whenever there's a thought.

I was born into an eye bag
I can't be pretty.
My skin falls
whenever a tear drops.

I was born into a protruding tooth
I can't be pretty,
always feeling uneven
& tied in quiet lips.

I was born into the thumb of a Vietnamese farmer.
I live in a horny hand that hoes land all day for a crop.
I can’t be pretty.

Have U ever pondered on a question?
Have U ever wiped your sweat?
Have U ever keep silent
to listen to your hard breath?

If U’ve ever,
why don’t we come together?
My loving heart
holds the sweetest honey.

If U’ve never
I will wait for U.
My compassionate heart
holds the sweetest honey.