Me
Lips red as blood and skin white as snow
With hair as black as the solid night sky
Just as hers does, I want my skin to glow
For hair dark as hers, I need bleach and dye.
She fits her foot in a small glass slipper
And her fairy godmother saves the day
Why can’t my foot be so dainty like her
And where is the savior I need today?
A beauty fell asleep for days on end
Her prince came to save her, he climbed each flight
To be saved like this, I only pretend
And unlike her, I can’t sleep through the night.
I put these women on a pedestal
Sometimes I think I’m not like them at all.
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