A love of all things beautiful.
A hate for all things not so well endowed.
It is beautiful you are not.
Not deserving of it's twisted love.
It doesn't matter if you are black or white, or all the colours, under the sun.
Once you are beautiful, you will experience, the rigours of its twisted love.
If you are ugly, black or white, or all the colours, under the sun.
You will endure the agony of its twisted hate.
If you are beautiful you get...