Ugly With An F

You are ugly, my sister, and covered in soot.
But don’t take my assessment to liberal heart.
I can tell you’ve been crying. Somehow this I know.
Any woman of your age has been through some woe.
A few decades ago, some gave you a fresh start.
Their intention was pure and their effort well put.

There are some kinds of ugly that don’t have an F.
There’s a spectrum for ugly, just as for ug-not,
But, my sister, your ug has an F upper case.
It’s a good thing my talent can brighten your face.
I like working with color. It soothes me a lot,
Just as working ingredients fancies the chef.

I can make you look pretty in heart and in mind,
And a spirit that sings your original song.
Does “America First” mean that you should be mean,
Or a harlot, or something somewhere in-between?
With some strokes of my own, you and I will belong
To a world more compassionate, loving and kind.

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