Do you understand me? Why do you call me ugly? Do you even know what that means? Do you even know how that makes me feel? NO!!! You wouldn’t know because you never been in my shoes. I know what it is I don’t have the features that every male dreams and yearns for. I've been called that name so much that it is a part of me, and it's not even shocking to me anymore. Why is it even funny to you that I like to read and write? Why can't you see that I can be your best friend? You don’t even know me or what I've gone through we may have something in common. And to all of you who I may be ugly to I am a shooting star. I am the top of the mountain. I am the eagle’s wings soaring high in the sky. And I am not ugly.
SWYD=SO WHATS YOUR DEAL BY: Ashely Carr