I walk two steps, hands reach out to grab me,
And I should be flattered that my looks are well received,
'Oh my!', 'Boy, is she pretty!',
Oh yes, well received indeed,

I should be grateful, for gracious looks make it easier,
And life is a lot better when you're a lot prettier,
Than the average girl who goes by unnoticed,
Who goes by unscathed, whose memories untarnished,

To be pretty is indeed a blessing,
Countless screams and unwanted undressings,
Praying silently with tears unshed,
Of a stolen innocence of a pretty girl,

Oh what a sought after blessing,
For so many doors open when you look a little better,
Without that crooked tooth or ugly zit,
Without that luxury of a carefree living,

Without the chance of having a loved mind,
For there's news around about your kind,
For the pretty birds are good for one thing alone,
To be beautiful, but not known.

©Hermit