NOTE: I am Ugly: Part One is dead. It died with Janis Joplin
I am Ugly: Part II
I am the ugly man, the guy passed by on the street without recognition. Do you know me? No. Do you care about my broken spirit? No. I am the breeze which whips through an unknown forest, invisible and dismissive to trees and bramble bushes. I walk the streets of a war torn city and cry when babies cry for suckling. I cry when dissonance visits my homeland but no one hears. Do you hear me? No. I place myself on the altar of social acceptance and stoned to death for free thought. I am dead yet I continue to walk through doors, through green lights, and kitchen lines. I am the ugliness of imperfection.