I woke up like this

5’1, neither team light-skinned nor dark-skinned tone

Eye sight on “ooo girl, how could you see out of those”

I just step out of the 90’s decade clothes

Hair on it’s too wild to tame and end up breakin’ yo momma hot comb

But it is okay

Nails so sharp I’ll break your skin by just a handshake

The ideal girl has a pound while I have a pancake

Other students are relaxin while I’m stressing to keep good grades

And I feel like I’m the only real one in a pool full of fakes

But that’s alright

Attitude is genuinely nice but people insist on me being mean

And ooh child don’t get me started on my teeth

So scratch that “I woke up like this”

I was born like this

I am like this

And in my flaws there is beauty

It is my being

And I got respect

If no one claims to have respect for me, I have self-respect

That to me, defines flawless