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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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