Kim Wheeler en Artists and actors, film director, Writers In charge.. • Kim Wheeler 6/10/2016 · 1 min de lectura · +200

Ugly Tree

Ugly TreeUgly Tree

I hit every branch of life’s ugly tree

Deserted in London, my mother didn’t want me

Fed by trebuchet because I was so very ugly

Reared by the social that let every pervert touch me

I’m so ugly,

Rejected by my own kind, survival was the game

Only thing I ever owned was my skin and a name

My Mother was threatened with a mental home, was she really so insane?

Her only crime was giving birth to me and was never to blame

I’m so very ugly,

My crime was just my colour as I wasn’t a perfect white

And as you swam around in paradise I drowned in a river of shite

For me there was only darkness, every hour was as black as night

And there was no one to teach the rules about being wrong and being right

I’m so very, very ugly,

Now I know about loneliness and I have shook the hands with pain

After many years on Planet Earth I still feel that I’m to blame

The freedom of life I was promised was attached to a ball and chain

There’s one sure certainty, indifference will never change

Mother, oh Mother, why am I so fucking ugly.