“Your like really ugly do you know that?” That’s what the boys on the bus use to say to her on the way home from school “Ok, thank you” she replied THANK YOU FOR WHAT??? She said it like she was ...
The girl on the bus
“Your like really ugly do you know that?”
That’s what the boys on the bus use to say to her on the way home from school
“Ok, thank you” she replied
THANK YOU FOR WHAT???
She said it like she was resigned to being ugly
Only some people knew that she wasn’t. The type of people who did not look at magazines.
The people who looked deep within, where the soul should be.
She made me angry,
WHY WAS SHE SO RESIGNED???
In an age with makeup and perm kits and hair extensions, a girl could be anything she wanted to be
So I laughed with the others when they called her ugly
But she just said “ok and Thank you”
Back then I thought she was pathetic. She should be doing everything to prove that she was not the ugly that they said she was, like us. She should have been trying to look like those girls in the magazine, like the boys wanted her to look.
So she went home being ugly
And we went home being something to be had, after we were had by those same boys.
Twenty years later I saw her
on the cover of a magazine
she had written a novel and travelled the world and she had still looked the same, dark skin and nappy hair. The editor of the magazine had called her beautiful.
I read the novel and I thought,
What happened to those boys?
Those boys who said she was ugly.