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when i look in the


when i look in the mirror i like what i see

 when i take off my clothes i love what i see

 i have the perfect body right down to a t

so why arent i satisfied with just being me

 

its  because of the views socitey has imposed on me 

dark skin girls arent beautiful theyre ug-a-lie

why should thy define who i am to be 

ive been locked up in prejudice but im trying to break free

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