The color of my skin, my hair, my eyes.

Down to every detail I need no lies.

Because I know, the mirror knows.

You best believe I’m the fairest of them all.

Can’t you tell?

From the casual flip of my hair, the upright posture.

As I walk, as I talk.

Body screaming confidence.

Make up or no make up

The cute boy in science class knows

On a scale of one to ten, I’m a ten and up.

You best believe I’m the fairest of them all.

Can’t you tell?

I know how to work it

As I talk as I walk.

Need I remind you I’m a queen.

Age of seventeen, turned down Covergirl

Don’t need anyone to tell me what I already know.

I don’t know what it means to be insecure

Flawless; you best believe I’m the fairest of them all.