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A Woman's Confession


You're a book of lies , Tears roll from you're eyes

"Am i pretty enough , Will I ever be except "

Tried of being tired , tired of feeling like you're nothing 

society makes it worst

"you'll neeeveer be something"

trap in a world on your own starting to believe hell is a place called home

"It's in her lips"

" ha ! you're funny to believe you deserve anything more than just lust"

"She's fat"

"She's ugly"

To white or too dark 

Afraid to show some damn skin because you'll be jugded about some stretch marks 

Tired of being tired , tired of feeling unwanted 

Pretending to be someone you're not in search of a males comfort 

"it's in her hips"

since when did curves make you fat

when did a color define you 

when did a few marks make your ugly 

Women are beautiful things man it's disgusting 

Everynight you lie drowning in tears hidden by a fake smile you've been putting on for years.

"Will he ever love me , Is my ass up to par , will I be good enough"

Your self esteem is shot

Baby girl you never need a man to tell you what you got.

 

 

 

 

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