All These White Lies


My limit is the sky


But I fly so high 


My dreams are smaller than you and I 


To fit into a pair of size 6 skinny jeans is the dream


For most girls.


Curvy waist and fat thighs 


Replaced with slender waists and gaped thighs.


Society tells us to be one way but then slaps us in the face when we actually try


But I choose to be me



I hug my curves with body-con dresses and high waisted pants


I sway my hips from side to side when I walk, 


Making my thighs rub but only to keep me warm


To keep me safe



To keep me safe 


From the lies they tell me in the magazines and on TV,


Yes sir they are beautiful but so am I


I am more than beautiful 


I am the golden sun that shines down on the land of my broken and beaten down ancestors


Like Beyonce, I am the dream and the hope of the slave

I am flawless




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