My beauty

I'm a black and beautiful girl who knows her qualities.
Everywhere I go I can see how they look at me.
Other girls hate me.
They said that I'm not a pretty girl, but no they just jealous of me and I don't know why.

Everybody is pretty just the way they are
Even our color is different.

Everyone's have to have a chance in this life
Because I believe we are beautiful, not for our color, face, but our feelings think.

Don't jealous of me or other persons just stay who you are.

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