Ugly

by M. James Cooper

I am spirit first then born.

Into a boy I grow until I become man.

The possibilities are many and then I decide to fight, I become warrior,

Bucking, kicking, loving, procreating.

Am I too loud for you? Is my power too much for your head that it worries you so?

Please forgive me for I was blessed and I am Purpose and Strength and Vulnerable.

Then subjugated, and moved and positioned and told to stand where you say stand.

Only then am I ugly, because you say so, because you want me to be. 

How empty of me to be so full of your Ugly.