I Was Born Ugly

Not the kind of dark that makes my mother romp away in revulsion. But the Ugliness that makes her stare intently, taking in every robustious edge and every smooth curve. Only so that she can induct awake at night and ask God what he was up to. The type of ugliness that you wear like a jacket level(p) when it smells of dried sweat and stunted growth. Ugliness is what made effulgent barbarians kayoed of grown men. Because civilization and sanity are only opium for civilized and in their right minds(predicate) people and civilized and sane people are beautiful people.Ugliness is what makes the painter paint, the sculptor sculpt and the writer write. Their very existence is an represent of rebellion, of contumaciousness. Art is Ugliness that helps us realize natures deficiencies and it can non evoke to beautiful people, it offends their being, it is objectionable and unpleasant to their senses. Ugliness is what prompted negroes to march and sing for a liberty that was supposed t o be intrinsic and not take up arms. Ugliness was the fire in his bones when he stood on that podium, desertion office and gentry and tell the truth for what it was. Yes, Ugliness was the culprit.Ugliness was the chroma in her eyes when she gave that child a hug, when she held that humanitys reach and told that woman it was going to be alright. Ugliness was what made her die for a cause she knew was never going to lift her out of a despicability that her family had struggled with for generations. Ugliness was what made him look at faces that opposed him and still decide that he was not going to pick that stone or give out that curse. Ugliness was what made him think that his justice and granting immunity were for naught if the man in the next room did not have his justice and freedom granted to him and in equal measure.Ugliness breathed in his breaths when he said an eye for an eye, and the world will go blind. Ugliness was the grounds she said that if you love until it hurt s there can be no to a greater extent hurt only love. Ugliness was what made that promising scholar turn his back on years of academic excellence to join an phalanx he was so clearly unfit for. For Queen and Country was what he said. Ugliness was what swam in their veins when they suspended the death blame because they believed that Human Rights were fundamental, that they were rights for not some, not a majority but every human being.If you try on someone to blame, blame ugliness. Ugliness was what made that mother contend the sentence against her son with every thing she had and did not have. Courage? No, that was Ugliness. Ugliness is what makes that mandarin orange stay true to his oaths and that wife true to her vows. Ugliness is what makes the little girlfriend kneel beside her bed every night and pray for the hands that cleave her. For the tongues that curse her and for a government that does not acknowledge her. Ugliness is not a beautiful thing, a beautiful thing is t hat which has tried to practise Ugliness and failed.. Ugliness is ugly.