new life

September 21, 2015

I am a beautiful young african american woman

I have the same rights as a any man combined

I don't care if people talk

haha to them I am prefect in my own skin

You see me walking down the street

You talk bad about me ...thats you

I love myself

God loves me

So that makes me so very happy

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