What's Mine

January 31, 2015

Voice is scratchy, nothing catchy

Skin is dotted, freckles blotted

Thighs thick, chest lethargic

Hair is tangled, arms in bangles

Skin is fair, without a care

Always proud, I speak aloud

My own type of cutie, the wrong type of beauty.

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