Beautiful

Some call me ugly,
some call me beautiful.
Some call me sexy,
and some say I'm pitiful.

Some steal,
some hate,
some kill,
some take.

Some breakdown
and cry,
or dig a grave,
where they lie.

Some will be discus
and stare.
But some will love,
and some won't care.

But if you look up,
and open your eyes,
and see the people
before they die.

And not make no remarks,
so it don't make them sad.
That you have been wrong,
for making them mad.

You look up,
and see one of the most beautiful face.
That good could make,
with his great grace.

Face, soft as silk.
Eyes, big and beautiful.
Lips, soft and firm,
and a soul very merciful.

So if you take the time
to look around
you will see things,
that you have once not found.

Everyone is beautiful and needs kisses and hugs,
so go around,
and give everyone loves.