Truth Poem by kizza michael

Truth
i hate the way you chew strings of steel,
thinking its gum;
making the perimeter of your mouth
increase like treated timber,
but you are the angel of my thoughts.

Am hurt from the heart
to see that you do not feel hurt
when people hate you
because of your;
Uncivilized and backward nature.
For sure;
you are really a village girl
very ugly to the point.
ugly like a shapeless old jack fruit,
but i love you

you have stick-like legs
funny, like hockey sticks
and hairy like that of a old monkey,
but i love you.
your eyes
big like oranges
which make babies cry
You look like a trapped fish in water
your figure;
like that of drum
round like an apple
it makes me sick,
but i love you.