Most people think of ugly as an offense to the eye. Something unpleasant to look at. It can also be a feeling. Unwanted or unpleasant.
When God said to Adam ‘name the animals and plants’, people took it to the next level. People started naming everything, with a label for all. This one is psycho; that one is schizo. She is too fat, she is too small, that one is too white, that one is too bright. Everyone must conform.
People are slow to speak up because they don’t want to be seen as different. The funny thing is that no two people are alike. This is the ugly part of the emotion of the people of the world. There is also forced ugly – like living in a place full of bugs and mice – or where there is always gun play and malnutrition. It is hard to believe somewhere there is a twelve year old doing heroin or a three year old getting shot. Read the papers, please!
People struggle to live from day to day. Then they have a problem with the people who are different. So here come the labels: homo, ugmo, blacko, ho. This is an ugly world in which people don’t want to think of depression, or be unable to cope and it doesn’t matter who you are or what your names is. Robin Williams or the man sitting in the park. Or the woman in the White House.
Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.
