People say I'm beautiful.

People say I'm nice.

But every time they say it,

I have to look twice.


My hair is curly and nappy.

My skin is chocolate dark.

I don't wear the latest fashions.

I don't even talk.


I'm quiet, shy, and not social.

I go to school then come home.

Not talking to a soul.


My parents think it's a phase,

But I know that it's not.

I know that this my





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