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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