You told me I was ugly
that no one
Would ever love me
I believed you
What choice did I have?
A child always believes
Her mother
And so I grew
Believing I was ugly
Believing I was
Destined to be alone
Why did you do that?
Why did you make
A little girl hate herself?
What did I do?
A child
Your child
What did I do
To make you hate
Me so much that
You made me hate
Myself?
You told me I was ugly
That no one
Would ever love me
You were supposed to love me.