Have you ever wondered how it would be to be free of your body and to see through someone else's eyes? To tell their lies and cry their cries through the night. Is it right for me to fight this vessel God has given me? Because I fight it everyday and sometimes I even pray, 'Lord God, take it all away!'� There's this girl in the mirror and though I can't hear her, she screams to be someone else other than herself. She hates to be me and I hate to be her, but then I refer back to the statement that, 'God don't make no mistakes,'� but it takes so much for me to believe and conceive this misrepresentation of one of God's creations when I see what I see of who I am and will be. I just wonder how it would feel to not have to walk with thick hips or talk through big lips and to not get hit with whips from the Ugly Stick. I just want to take a sip from Beauty's hand, but you could never understand because you ARE beautiful and it wouldn't be suitable to want to change. No, that'd be strange. Because when you're beautiful, everybody stops to stare, everybody knows you're there and are aware of every move you make, every breath you take, and, for goodness sake, they love every moment you're awake and even when you're asleep they keep near. You have nothing to fear because you are beautiful. But me, I have to be like this and will never taste Beauty's kiss, and it's funny how I miss something I never even had. How can I be glad to never get a second glance to never have a second chance? But I try my best not to protest because I'm me and will be for all eternity. Too bad the eyes can't see inside at what lies within because then you would all know true beauty.

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