There will be a day
when people begin to see
that beautiful people
hide behind ugly things
like scars and bruises
There will be a day
when people begin to see
that ugly people
are covered by beautiful masks
of full lips
of porslin skin
of perfect words
There will be a day
when people begin to see
that the people they trusted
are the reason for their fall
and the people they hated
had kept everything stalled
all the rumors at rest
and the people at best
will see
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