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Through my eyes


Flashes of influence Am I beautiful too? Black girl with kinky curls My curls aren't loved My skin just right Not to black, not to light Black beauty is what I posses Is it enough for the worlds press? The press that oppress my people? Insecure Beauty missed a race A little girl out of place A piece or carbon taking shape Diamonds form in the hardest place Now I shine for the other diamonds Lost and misplaced
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