Indeed I have an ugly face.
With acne hiding in every place.
My lips are fat, my skin is tan.
Unevenly I fret to add.
Indeed I have an ugly face.
My hair is stringy like a shoelace.
You look at me, my eyes are grey.
My hair an ugly shade like hay.
But it's my face, belongs to me.
Slapped on my front for all to see.
I can't change it, I won't try.
Because my face is genuine.
Miss of Giggles Community Member 
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