young women
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I'm that brown eyed beauty
hailing from the ground in
which you threw me.
Singing all the blues of
nothing coming through me.
I'm that brown eyed beauty
sliding in between you
Can I just breathe
Can I just take a moment to allow myself to breathe
Is it ok with you if I take the time to give myself the chance to breathe
Can you lift your eyes off my coconut brown skin
Four sides, incubator. They feed me these principles to live by, chauvinistic society.
My predestined narrator. Falsely illustrated to be weak smile to seem friendly and passively speak.
