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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