The Authentic Me
Step aside and let me shine
Let the authentic me tweet, send, and re-vine
That way, I am liberated
Independent and powerful
I am intelligence
I am hospitable
I am care-free
I am happpy
I am the authentic me
Here is a raw, fresh image of me
Filled with true beauty
A clearer view of my genuine features
No illusions
You see?
Olive skin, brown eyes, black hair
Sharp nose, full lips, high cheekbones
Who's that you say?
That's me, the authentic me
Now I can speak
No slang, no twists, no tweaks
For I am, the authentic me
No social pressure
No cyber pressure
No worries to achieve perfection
Because you're gone
And I am here
The authentic me
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