My Beauty Still Grows

Oh this skin of mine
So silky and smooth
Deep reddish brown
Stares it ensues
These eyes of mine
So deep and so brown
Don't stare too long
Or in love you will drown
This hair this hair of mine
So curly black and fine
I am like a rare portrait
That no one can confine
Do i have a big head
I'd have to say no
Just because some don't like my color
Don't mean my beauty does not grow
I will always and forever love me
Even if others don't
Because guess what
Just because you don't
Don't mean others won't


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