When I was young, I had hard times, Thank God they didn't last. Classmates used to pick on me During my now forgotten past. They said that I was different, Unattractive and overweight. Real beauty is within us all. That's what we should rate. You can't judge the pages of a book By the cover in which it's bound, Or you'll see Gods' mighty boomerang When it returns around. Don't call others dumb or ugly, A loser or a sow. Or, you just may hear this question, How do you like me now? B.G. Wetherby