Always wanted to be like the pretty girls
The ones who would have pretty curls.
Ones that had a soft voice
And in terms of boys, had a choice.
Never thought of the meaning of being unique
Always desired to buy everything from the boutiques.
Though I had regulations towards what I could wear
Just by my mothers facial expression towards clothes I wouldn’t dare.
Father would always say that I was beautiful
But I knew I wasn’t myself fruitful. .
Being pretty from the outside doesn’t frame you,
But I didn’t have a clue.
My eyes, the laughter of everyone,
My lips, the amusement of anyone.
How was I suppose to believe that I was pretty?!
I never had an answer from my kitty.
I would spend my night praying to wake up
And be able to apply makeup.
Not really all I wanted was to be popular
Or at least, from those pretty girls be ocular.
What a funny past,
I promise you, it didn't last
Once I entered High school
I swear everyone thought they were cool.
One thing I will never forget
Is the day Lulu ( pretty girl) was full of sweat.
What a horrible tragedy
Since she believed she had lost her vanity.
Many situations made realize the actual meaning
Meaning of what? Well the meaning of feeling.
What feeling? Well love
It was something I never thought will be above.
Until till I met the one
The guy that would not expect me to have some buns.
Yeah it was in 11th grade
When I had a year not using that blade.
I believed I was beautiful and unique
I swear from that day on I didn’t desire to buy clothes from the boutique
He makes me believe I am flawless
And so I think I could be the great Wallace.
No I don’t want to be a pretty chick
Its like a horse the owner flicks.
You might offend me I could care less
Like the great Beyonce says I am Flawless.