Young Homely Me Poem by Ima Ryma

I was homely when I was young.
It didn't bother me until
High school when I'd hear whispered tongue.
I couldn't help it, shame would fill
Me with a sadness and despair.
So I would isolate and think
Nobody really seemed to care.
Alone I'd often drug and drink.
But in college, body and mind
Did blossom in me, I did aim
To help those like me in ways kind.
A high school teacher I became.

When sad, homely girls seem to be,
I show them pictures of young me.