My Beautiful Brown Face
My free will have been constantily attacked,
stabbed even,
just because you didn't like what I emotionally expressed ?,
this is why my young heart is made out of steel,
its been penetrated by smooth talking men who promised me glitter and love,
ignored the whispers of walking away,
oddly still stayed,
dried up tears have stained my beautiful brown face
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