I will not be part of your mold

Back in the day

Mother would say

That if you love something about yourself

No one should have anything to say

Now I’m feeling

A lot of judgment here

Alluring

Appealing

Charming

Those are words I never hear

They don’t like my clothes

I don’t care

My clothes are my business

Tell them to get out of my hair

If I like my butt the way it is

Ima keep it

I wont spend money

Just to cheap it

I like my hair the way I want it

Red’s my color

Don’t have to bleach and burn it

So screw you if you love a girl for her looks

That should be admired

Not required

My body is not for your hire