Sin Of Ugliness [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

So here I am, the woman with the ugly hair,
& the little alien in her head - who fell down
and died on being told how bad I looked; it
added, the kids said so too - my work to be
done by an idiot; - so everybody, that's me,
I am the idiot who creates a miserable life -
the spiritually informed claim we create our
own lives - thus I'm the dunce

Surrounding myself with wonderful people
who can see my many shortcomings and
do not hesitate to convey their intelligent
opinions to me, the only plan I can see is
to shave my head, find a temple in Tibet
or Bangladesh and start making amends
for offending all with my terrible hairstyle,
clearly it is a rebellion against

All principles of beauty, requiring many
lifetimes of abject service that can't pay
for the sin of ugliness, my slow fingers
never fixing my hair correctly….