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My Identity


This is who I am,

This is who I was,

I'm born like this,

So I'm going to end like this!

 

My long black hair,

To my soft black skin,

This is what defines me!

 

I was told I wouldn't make it far,

But I came on top and now I'm a star,

I'm still judged though,

It happens everyday,

It doesn't matter anymore,

Uh.. What can I say?!

 

I know I'm forever a topic,

It's either my hair, legs, height,

or my attitude,

But it's always the same,

It's nothing new!

 

I was born in that clan,

So we all are the same,

I still look beautiful,

Even if I'm tall and slim!

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