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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