SHIT COVERED BEAUTY

Boring like a brown, stained, shit coated rock,

laying inanimately in sight, superficial minds,

not caring what's inside,

For underneath the rough exterior, if seen by loving EYE'S,

an exquisite rare DIAMOND, just waiting to shine,

It's inner beauty fights, constantly hiding from the light,

Only breaking it's way through, once it's outer shell declines,

weathered over years of abuse, now is it's time to franticly impress,

like looking through glass, with eyes full of tears,

colours gleam with perfection, similar to mirroring STARS,

from every possible direction.

Once this diamond breaks through, showing it's true worth,

to this point, just thrown with the dirt, at a glance just a rock,

no idea, not one clue, no appreciation, so shallow,

Years hidden, definitely no one knew.

this rock making the most, beautiful women lift there skirts,

Warriors go to war, ordered to take all they can,

a once piece of dirt, killing, heads will roll, over and over again,

until time has it's way, coating this blood stained GEM,

in a layer of generations, willing to kill and to die,

Guess what I'm saying, is always look twice,

for the piece of shit, once dull and dispersed,

hiding it's true worth, the once chunk of worthless dirt,

POWERFULL ENOUGH THERE GREED, TURNING ONCE GOOD MEN BAD.

Snatch it up quick, keeping it away from shallow eyes,

They see material things, an extremely valued prize.

Life educated souls, educated in the unexpected,

they've learnt with facts, no to JUDGE what they see,

to look at it unexpectedly.

they say, "One mans junk, is another's gold,"

only due to assumptions, that every thing is the same,

these lost treasures they wait, allowing time to gradually,

chip the filthy exterior away, revealing the duckling, once considered ugly,

TO BLOSSOM INTO SOMETHING,

it's eternal brightness, turning strong people weak at the knees,

with it's shine so bright, no darkness can creep.

ONCE JUST A ROCK OF SHIT, NOW THE GEM OF A LIFE,

Waiting for the one, who makes an effort, who strives,

to polish its external scars, THE MARKS OF A PAINFULL PAST.

To be honest, this rhymes really a metaphor,

FOR WHEN ONLY SEEING THINGS, THROUGH SHALLOW EYES,

WE WILL ALWAYS MISS,

THAT DIAMOND INSIDE...... xxoo