A disformed person, with a heart of gold, A story untold, yet the world is cold, The whispers, the stares, the taunts, the jeers, The cruelty of humanity, it pierces and sears. They call it a creep, with a sneer on their face, Forgetting that beauty, is not in the race, But in the soul, that beats within, A lesson for all, to treat with kindness and kin.