My eyebrows are on "fleek"
My eyebrows are on "fleek"
My outfit is on "fleek"
But because I'm on fleek you think my attitude reeks.
Haven't you ever heard the sayin don't judge book by it cover young blood
Well sit back cause these words will hit you like a flood.
I am a black girl
In a whack world
The shape of my body
The thickness of my hips and lips
are some of the things that don't need t be fixed
My body should not be fitered
to fit into your idea of perfect
society bainwashes us into thinking look are the only thing that matters
But take that away and what do you have
eyebrows on fleek
loyalty on delete
attitude on reek
and fake friends playing hide and seek
Is that what your heart seeks
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