The true me

I've witness a prologue that spoke on my life, am I someone who has no say in what I wear nor say. Neglected by the members of my family has me undecided about the future ahead. Are they aware they've neglected me, to a society that won't accept the way I am. Can your slow to process  information make you special Ed. 

If Barbie is perfect like God then why does the shadows of her sin follow behind. If being perfect means toy sets, I perfer a toy chest.  

Rap doesn't make you, it confides the identity of the will be appearing soon but for now I'll walk around with a pretend sliver spoon . Hoping the prayers I pray every night come soon, disregarding the test I'm taking this afternoon! Nicki your rhymes are tight but sometimes I ask myself is her mind alright ! Throwing verbs, adjectives, and similes but not taking the time to observe the reactions to the ones beneath me , praying for that one boy to pass their way and see the clown mask mama didnt see when she left the house. Mini skirts, half way unbutton shirts, attention is a disease eating away at the core trying to fill the sores of a broken  hearted girl. Sad story daddy wasn't around but that boy who said he loves you somehow turns that frown upside down. 

Why do We accept the love we think we deserve . Is it so that we wouldn't have to look further into the future for the fantasy love Cinderella finds. Or is the saying Love is Blind caught you physically in the mind.

If beauty means Mac designing a cream, that eliminates all type of insecurities. Trust and and believe I'm standing in line with the 6 million other women willing to hide the pride of being you cause that's what inside. 

I'm praying for all my fallen victims to the materialistic things. Kidnapping the youngsters childhood, trying to pretend being grown Is something everyone owns.  If someone hasn't told you you're drop dead gorgeous, and bound To be a mans Queen. Than I'll be the first to tell you, your meant to be in heavens kingdom

Money , beauty, and reality are something that doesnt describe neither you or me. 

Being proud of who you are even if that means telling the truth to stay sane. Trust is an internal effect that causes damages to the mind when truly all you want to do is hide. 

 Cause I've come to terms with the ideal image of me.