Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the prettiest one of all
Not me, really, can't be at all
I'm gross, I'm fat, plump sans tall
A pretty girl walked straight to me
She asked me why I smell like feet
I smiled and tried to hug myself
I thought I really looked my best
I ran home crying to my Mum
I asked her why I looked this dumb
Then she told me I was wrong
I understood and became strong
Written By
Beverly Georgewill
JSS 3 A
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