Hard To Please ME
I don't think of myself as hard to please
I only pick my clothes a week before I wear them
I literally criticize my best friends about every pimple on their face
Which is why I don't have any
I knew I looked better than my brother before he was born
He came before me
When my boy friend kissed my neck, it created a black butterfly
It was a bruise
No, it's not hard to please me.
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