The mystery I’d never understand
Is the beauty that’s in inner beauty.
Why I do not have to look at the strand,
To know a head has been given to me.
A carpenter can just from mere looking,
Wink and tell if a fiber is good wood.
That’s same for the chef and good cooking,
Who just needs to look to tell a good food.
So it is with the one that’s on the out,
We are not expected to dwell on it.
So we’d look for the inner wearing doubt,
Before we give in or dare to commit.
I hope someday I will understand,
That the beauty that we say is within,
Without is where we would look to begin.
And ‘ugly’ may stand a chance at winning.
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