I grew up believing I was ugly, because of the girls I wanted.
They didn't want me.
Lately, I'm finding that was a matter of patience and good ol' fashion "hood G".
I appreciate it.
But it left a mark in my heart.
And, moreso, in my head.
It's difficult to believe I am the ancient beauty that Egypt promised me I am.
With that being the case, I started focusing moreso on how I look in your third eye, when you listen to my music.
Apparently, I'm so beautiful, it gets blacked out.
I have my doubts.
Regardless, I do it.
And it seems to be enjoyed.
So, I present to you (on this Sunday), A Bad Representation of Ugly.
A collection of songs that celebrate my beauty.
If you believe you're beautiful, you can relate.
~follow the buzzards~