Beauty is not always what it seems
and even what we term ugly
has a beauty of its own.
We dismiss ugly as evil,
a wrong thing to do.
We dismiss grotesque as something
we should refrain from being around.
Mishaps with genetics
an accident of birth
are not a mask for evil
or the devil in disguise,
but a soul of misfortune
whom we need to look into their eyes
and see the goodness in their soul.
Sadly too often we brush them aside
and call them hurtful names.
Sometimes we need to stop
and ask what if that was me?
What would I want others to do?
Just think of those questions
next time you are faced with someone
whom life has injured
through no fault of their own.
5 July 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
noi fault of their own, people suffer hurt, good writing.