To be beautiful
Everyday when I get up I look into the mirror and I say mirror mirror on the wall how do I become beautiful?
In the mirror there is a face and it says to me:
To be beautiful you have to become a vixen with only the toxic from your mouth is your weapon.
No need for fancy clothes or shoes
To be beautiful your mind is sharp and focus for knowledge is a key
People will ask for what you know but never ask how you know
To be beautiful you have to have strength for people can be ugly
No need for tears to feed into insults only prayer for the almighty is listening
Lastly to be beautiful is to be yourself
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