I AM NOT JUST A FINE PIECE

I walk past you and
You see a beautiful piece
With a cute face, and a nice body
Then you whistle
Followed by the uuhs and aaahs
You see the outside,
The physique amazes you
But I am not just a fine piece
I am what you don't see
The sorrow that is not written across
my face
I am the anger that burns inside my chest when you
subject me to judgement
I am the pain that bends the veins in my heart
tearing me a part.
But you don't see that
Because I'm still the strength that outgrows the sorrow
cools the anger and burns out the pain and makes me
Look sane, smile and walk heads high
Tell me,
Would you stare at me
Are those the noises you'd make
If I was the one in the streets
All dirty and sweaty?
With a gloomy look, lonely and frustrated
Wouldn't you shun me away
Kick me out of your way?
Wouldn't you spit at my sight?
Scorn my presence?
You like me now
Because I'm modest
You'd despise me if I were different
It's nothing wrong to appreciate
But it's nothing right either
In assuming that I'm perfect,
See me for what I am inside
Because I am not just a fine piece.