They called me an ugly duckling,
The one that no one would befriend.
But, I saw myself as a swan-in-waiting,
Knowing my beauty would come in the end.
It mattered not to me what others said,
Or of the names they called me to my face.
For I knew that underneath my gray facade,
I was filled with God’s wonder and grace.
Because the value and worth of every person
Aren’t determined by what they look like outside,
There is no such thing as an ugly duckling,
Just beautiful creatures who haven’t hit their stride.
Written for the Tale Weaver #319 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: The prompt: This week write your version of an “Ugly Duckling” story.