I am unique
What do you see when you look deep into my eyes?
Endless lights, shining oh so bright
Or do you see the start of something new
Or maybe something, or even someone that is just past and over due.
With society looking at Barbara Millicent Roberts as a representative on perfectionism,
I simply enjoy the idea of the uniqueness of relativism.
See, what was once mentioned by a realist herself,
pretty hurts, one will take the lyrics, rearrange them, then go and there face in all the dirt
see queens don't understand the importance of natural beauty anymore
just to attract the opposite sex so that can adore
With me i enjoy my height , to strut with all the pride ,
while others may mock ,laugh and joke , they will never get to enjoy this ride
I was perfectly made without a flaw, flawlessly.
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